Sometimes I think am dead
with each day the same
as the last.
The thought crosses my mind,
would I even know?
Then the pain starts to flare
and I know for sure
I am still here
because death wouldn’t hurt
this bad,
would it?

© Autumn Siders 2018


Here I am
at the proverbial crossroads
and like others before me
I stand alone.

I look left
and then I look right
knowing that my fate
is already set in stone.

I could travel
the same distance both ways
and never know
what never was.

I could stay here
and set up camp
living my life with no
purpose or cause.

The luxury some have
to take their time
and decide
while others
must move quickly
and not hide.

Frost, he could travel both
but a man I am not
so why not venture out,
change course,
and zig-zag between
what will be and
what might be?
Or yet again,
I could follow no path,
forge my own
and cover my tracks
so no other mortal
could ever find
the real me.

© Autumn Siders 2018


My physical scars
have only me to blame:

The divot above my eye
from scratching chicken pox,
the bump upon my head
caused by a nail,
the scratch down my cheek
from a cat less-than-impressed,
the discoloration on my knees
from racing trash cans down a hill.

My emotional scars
have only you to blame:

My inability to trust
which you, I obviously could not,
my lack of interest in love
which I thought was real with you,
my error in stringing others along,
which I learned from the best,
the wall around my heart
that I raced to build as you walked away.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Well Wishes

This is the first year
I did not wish you well
and it doesn’t bother me
like I thought it would.
Who are you
and who am I?
We’ve grown apart
and sailed away,
drifted alone
our separate ways.

What more do we say
when all has been said?

It’s been many years
since you have wished me well
and it doesn’t bother me
but this you know.
I may not have said it,
but I thought of you still
so maybe my well wishes
will find you anyway.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Forced to Act

What’s with all this noise,
can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?
You say it’s all for me
but I find that hard to believe.

I never asked for that shelf
or for you to take that one away.
Why can’t you leave things as they are
for just one day?

Cats, we do not like change
so just respect this fact
and stop all this noise
before you force me to act.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018


Abandoned, betrayed, bewildered
yet loyal, determined, he persevered.
Twelve miles, a merciless trek
only to be sent to his death.
Compassion laid in wait
and another day would dawn
for this noble soul
who never knew
anything was wrong.

© Autumn Siders 2018