The herd tiptoes
like giants on speed,
breaking mother nature’s
carefully planned land.
What lay in the path
is soon to be no more
as the rampage begins
and ends in gore.

My heart once was whole
until it heard your voice
and I knew with no doubt
you would leave me crushed.
What more could be done,
my choice simply made;
and through this carnage,
this shell will forever wade.

© Autumn Siders 2018


A confession.
So simple to say
once the words finally

A declaration.
You waited it out
just long enough that you

That look in your eye
as the sweat builds on your

Wonder and awe
for what was then and is

© Autumn Siders 2018


Better late than never
does not always apply
since one word out of place
can make a lonely heart cry.

Time is of the essence
and emotion a fickle thing
but a heart that isn’t broken
is one that never sings.

Patience waits it out
for love and for hope
but virtues rarely last
when it’s harder still to cope.

© Autumn Siders 2018