
In the leaves changing
some people see
only the winter
about to haunt their lives
in the autumn storm
some people hear
only the change
that will soon fill their home with cold
in the rapidly shortening days
some people feel
only the melancholy
of depression
that always comes to visit
at this time of the year
the thoughts
that remain unspoken
the questions
that no one answers
the fingers of pain
that carry on scratching
against a canvas of skin
already full of scars
will anyone be there
to walk with the forgotten through the valley
of temptation
will anyone remember
those suffering
with sicknesses unseen
will anyone reach into the silence
of those tormented by memories
they are afraid to reveal
when the snow begins to swirl
around the torn clothing of those beaten by life
will you light a fire