Expressiveness

One more for the road

Because I'm in that mode

When I start this

Expressiveness

Creativity

It's hard for me

To stop

I go over the top

I am too open

Like a flower

Always in bloom

Inviting my doom

Scared of the gloom

Of winter arriving

Silver on white

Bare trees

The things

Nobody sees

A particular spot

Lost from my thought

Whatever caught

My eye

As I was passing by

I always gave

That game a try

Pointless as it is

Nobody will miss

What they don't know

What they don't see

What they don't care

Enough about

To think about

One day

That will be

A game

Someone will play

Passing by my grave

One day

After I am old

And grey

And there won't be

Anything left

To say