Swelter

The noise and the heat
are enough to ruin my day,
under this fur I swelter
and you expect me to play!

Perhaps another family
has heard of central air
and understands the pain
of mixing heat with long hair.

I can’t move an inch,
in this desert that’s so dry.
Oh, you have a fish?
Well, I guess I could try.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Samarra

Snap.

Someone is behind me,
hot on my trail
as I lead the damned
down a road worn and frail.

Cough.

They draw much closer
as the gap begins to thin
and doubt fills my head,
going for the win.

Click.

The clip is empty,
though the aim is dead on
but bullets do the killing
of good intentions gone wrong.

Bang!

The shot rings in my ears
and I know it’s far too late
since it’s either you or me
with whom death has a date.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Flowers

I ventured off to find you flowers
as you waited by the shore.
I must have been gone for hours,
although it could have been more.
When I returned, ever hopeful,
I saw the sadness on your face.
As each tear fell, ever woeful,
I knew I’d lost my place.

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

Holed up in this hell,

ready for a fight,

knowing damn well

you were always right.

Last thing on my mind

is how I will survive,

knowing that the danger

is the only way to thrive.

Bullets whizzing by,

 one will graze my arm,

but the one you never see

always causes the most harm.

© Autumn Siders 2009

Harvest

With every breath that leaves our lungs,
we give our captors the advantage.
They give us just enough
to keep us on our feet.
The cycle carries on
as we breathe in and out
and they take what we give,
returning oxygen to our brains.
Our brains then rot,
as does our flesh.
Once again we give,

so they can grow.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Diaphanous

Laughter of children echoes
through the empty hall
and I feel nothing
but sheer disgust for it all.
Silence is all I ask for
but never seem to get
and the constant cacophony
makes it so hard to forget.
One moment in time
was my soul ever light?
Or my intentions diaphanous
instead of shrouded by night?

© Autumn Siders 2017

Loving You

Loving you is not a choice,
but if it were,
I would still choose to love.
Fate and free will
would be one in the same
since loving you
is the only thing
to keep me sane.

Loving you is a privilege,
which I cherish
and I understand the risk.
One year or a million
would never be enough
to show you I care
and to give you
all my love.

© Autumn Siders 2017