Give Up the Ghost:

The leaves begin 

To dance from

Their limbs

Falling to their death

In a sweet surrender

To selflessly

Give beauty 

And await rebirth

I watch in wonder

Wanting to do the same

Autumn makes me ache

With nostalgia and

The fear of letting go

I wound too easily

Holding on too hard

Time will fade

The bruising

But the light

Will always reveal

My scars.

~Amber Comber

Broken Receiver

If the fall doesn't kill you

The constant ache will

And holding on 

To something 

For nothing

Was never part of the deal

These tears no longer cleanse me

They just make it harder to see

And the ghosts I invite in

To keep me company

Are just trying to kill

What's left of me.

~Amber Comber