'AUTUMN'
By: Rey Jorca Supranes

There's nothing we can do
You have to let me go;
No matter how we try
I still need to say goodbye.

I'm your ev'ry tear
Disengaging from you ev'ry September.
Ev'ry time I'm about to fall,
You feel vulnerable
To the light breeze
Letting me flutter with ease.

As I blanketed the ground
I feel like I'm a gerund;
I'm made from a verb
And now I'm a noun.
It bludgeoned to see
Your bloodless artery.