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Autumn Breeze

My mind is afire
like the path in front. I see
flashes of yellow, orange and red
Thoughts turn black,
There is no going back.

My head is cluttered
like this forest floor
trashed with dead leaves.
There’s a fog inside that
reduces my mind into a throbbing mess.

Sometimes, the pain ebbs away to the edges when
I inhale this cold autumn breeze.