Pale red maple leaves (2020)
“Pale red maple leaves”, Poem, 2020
When the wind starts hitting the pale red maple leaves
The motivation keeps fading from this disabled being
The maple stubbornly sways from North to the West
Disorienting my vision through this blurry lens
That being is aching wholely, agonizing to the deep
Its resistance is paling, whilst ignoring the relief
The pain is scattering, moving from South to the East
While the world is causing that being to turn into a beast
