Abstract noun poem

I have watched the creeping tendrils of darkness

closing in on a helpless little bird

the crumpled heap

lying on the pavement flat on its back

I have heard the piercing cry of fear

the spine chilling wind whispering around me

reminding me of the things i am trying to forget

spoken in a voice that is never heard

it is only heard by the sorrowful

I have seen the crimson leaf turn brown

watching its brothers lying on the ground

all alone

and go to join them

only to see, before falling

them to get crushed

so he lay there all alone

like he's brothers before him

waiting to be crushed