Fall

The leaves fall in orange haze Dazed and confused I drown in the pool How much longer must I fall in the deep end before I get out How much longer must I swim closer to drowning than climbing The bottom is solid void of life My raisin hands lack moisture My raisin body lacks soul The more I lie the closer I get to the casket Longer Nights Longer Hours slept Less time awake Closer to the soft hands of death Cradled like my mother Wondering when I decided it was time to get out