As the leaves will begin to turn
burnt, golden, and browned,
I begin to feel cold in my soul
watching them spill to the ground.
I will soon be playing my roll
in this seemingly temporary death
the claws of desolation grab hold
a separation from my breath.
The wildlife soon disappears
retreating to their shelter,
with their families in the warmth
they’ll wait out winters weather.
This is where my mind runs rabid
assessing why I hide from others,
I retreat back inside my dark hole
not finding any comfort in numbers.
Appearing social as could be
when forced into an assignment,
all the reason more to be granted
a warrant of my confinement.
Please just leave me be
safe and sound in my enclosure,
I really don’t have the answers,
If I did, then I’d invite you all over…