One gray autumn day
As I walked along the path,
I saw a tree shedding its leaves in the cold wind.
I felt like the tree, shedding pieces of myself as I walked on,
In dead silence, listening to the bustle around me.

Like the tree, I felt voiceless and unheard,
I felt dead, withering while in a trance.
My body moved like a clockwork doll, left right left right,
on to school, on to home, on to bed in the dark of night.

And as I stood looking at the tree,
I felt kindred to this leafless wooden being.
I knew, that when we would die, we wouldn't have a home to die in.
The tree would be taken someplace else, the same with me, some place, some time.

But then one day, when I came back, it was gone.
No more leaves blowing in the wind, no more rustle,
No more shadow, just a stump to mark its last place of life.
So in the end, there was no-one to turn to;
Nothing, but the icy air that holds me in its cold embrace.
Taking warmth, taking life, taking me.