Autumn




It is quite unexpected
how most mundane things
hurt you the most
I saw today a wardrobe
full of clothes
that you father,
don't wear
anymore.
I remember the day
When you bought these
and the times
when you had worn them.
I can remember the strength you exuded
the sense of calm that prevailed then
but now it hurts,
that there is only silence
upon your lips.
and your eyes speak of the pain
of being unable
to put forth to the world
the storms that brew inside you
as you slowly wither away.
while,
I try to make sense
of this jarring transition
and grieve silently without notice
for I deep down I know
Autumn has arrived.
Inevitable that now,
that the leaves must fall.
Irrespective of
what we want.
Regardless
of the sorrow it sows.




Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2026-08-16 at 01:22

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
This is heavy and honest, and it lands. The wardrobe full of clothes as a doorway into grief is a strong, specific image. The slow shift from memory to present pain is well paced, and the line "Autumn has arrived" earns its double meaning. The poem does lean a little too hard on abstraction near the end. "Sorrow it sows" sounds pretty but softens the rawness you built earlier. The piece is strongest when it stays in the room with the wardrobe and the silence, not when it reaches for seasonal metaphor. Still, the feeling is unmistakable.
2026-08-25


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
You have conveyed so well the little things that become big things when someone you love begins their decline. Whether a reflection on a past loss or happening now, I am sorry.
2026-08-16