Falling
Hoping
Lonely I fly.
Twisting
Backwards
If only I could cry.
The skies can feel it adamantly grey,
Gloomy, lifeless, like an eternal season of decay,
The wind with a scratchy voice sings a song for the soul
And as it blows, it rattles my bones, making me feel old.
Cold
Friendless
A vagabond’s tale
Told
Aimless
My skin has gone pale.
The ground is prepared, so the cycle goes,
The watchers are ready, how long it will take, nobody knows,
I am of this world, earthy and pasty, with no secrets to share
Coddled by despair, hope is rare, I bare my veins trying to share.
Care
Moments
The tree breathes without me.
Shared
Omens
I never knew she’d doubt me.
We were of the same branch in the greater scheme of things,
Nestled in the high-reaches, aloof, beyond what disharmony brings,
Our philosophy simple, lived, exacted beyond the principles we felt
Everything fate dealt simply laid to rest by psychic cries for help.
Melting
Hearts
Wood is always combustible.
Breaking
Fast
My loyalty is undeniable.
When green fades to brown, promises are kept,
Leaves with an iron will rust, even if they have settled their debt,
For nothing makes sense when you gauge life through a biased lense
Hoping one special friend will remain, only without any pretence.
Defence
Blaming
Tears nourish roots.
Intense
Flaming
Memories are abused.
What was is no longer, change is growth,
We gave in time, took what we could, there was plenty for both,
With a new season coming, our moribund remains will be scattered
Jagged and tattered, where nobody will ever know that they mattered.
thespiderfarmmanager 
wow, the first part is so lonely, like an old man dying, just waiting for his time on earth to finish. His awareness of the people in his life waiting for his death, unknowing — only leaving feelings of despair and hopelessness.
I really like: “I am of this world, earthy and pasty, with no secrets to share” it shows a truth that is hoping to be understood – honest.
This is great and also sad: “I never knew she’d doubt me.
We were of the same branch in the greater scheme of things,
Nestled in the high-reaches, aloof, beyond what disharmony brings,
Our philosophy simple, lived, exacted beyond the principles we felt
Everything fate dealt simply laid to rest by psychic cries for help.”
The doubting part is sad, to be doubted by the same branch is devastating.
but I love the vision of two people with the same mind, or at least with the ability to read what the other is craving, seeking. “psychic cries for help” the ability to understand the other is so beautiful.
I think this is my favorite part: “My loyalty is undeniable.
When green fades to brown, promises are kept,” –like the change of eye colors, or leaves changing from summer to fall….your loyalty and promise ring true to your word.
The last part about memories being tattered and abused. Well I think it says it all.
Great poem.
It was a really lonely time in my life when I lost a really close friend and realised I needed her and at the same time I couldn’t be there for her with what she was experiencing. We really did have a sort of psychic bond that i could never quite explain. Thanks for engaging with it.