the leaves are red
turning brown
dying down
the wind
blows a little less fresh
my cheeks are paler now
instead of thickening
my skin is becoming thin
my dreams and disappointments
more transparent
with each intake of breath
there’s a shudder of fear that nothing will come out
where youth ends
life
life is on her throne
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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November 23, 2008 at 10:03 am
poeticgrin
OOOOH I think this is my favorite.
I like the (unintentional?) rhyme in the beginning – love the last line.