Autumn Trudge: Day 24 Nano Poblano.

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Headphones in I trudge  the Autumn morning

Cold nipping at  my  hands  and nose

The pain though  in  my being eating  me since  the dawning

Leaves  gold, brown and red swirling  round as  the wind  blows.

 

Turn the music up to drown my  fears out

Stop my thoughts they are running wild

My head is  bursting I want to shout

Why is  this time of year  such a trial.

 

The  wind is rushing  through  the trees

I watch  my  hopes  and  dreams escape

Lost  alone in the cold cold day I see  my future  as it flees.

Turn  the music up, drown out  the hate.

 

 

 

TEAM Mark