The autumn sky burned with a color you could not acknowledge.

Your inner person swept by denial's awesome power.
This time of year again,when you mask all the pain.
How slowly you sauntered, back to your fame.
How surreptitious this this fate.
It binds you in chains.

It was denial who foisted this existence of disdain. Resplendent in dignity for courage not obtained.
Your lies of omission did not help you win.
Those lies of submission now wearing thin.

So slowly you sauntered now spiraling, in to the drain.
The autumn leaves burned,but their color went unremembered.

Your flame flickered out.
You had crushed all the embers.