Sense Of Impending Doom

It was a feeling of impending doom

I was absorbed by a gloom

The autumn sun was sickly pale

And I pretended to inhale

Before my fall into long sleep

I listen to the silent weep

Of tired old and mossy trees

Here, at my knees

Dozing midges like poppy seeds

Blueberry dusk kissed my lips

My eyes became black as night

The darkness entrenched inside

Rustle speaks the language of despair

I would like to take his share

And I'd like to feel the pain

But I've been mesmerized by the rain

And now the foliage color faded

Tree branches emaciated

To the bone

I felt my heart turned to stone

It was a feeling, no, I lied

I know it now the day before I died