The breeze pushes you to the ground,
you fall and fall,
collapsing onto the ground.
What you once were,
what you once were a part of,
it falls so delicately.
Your energy has gone onto the soil,
your color has left for someone to ignore.
And now,
the breeze pushes you down even further down.
You sink and sink,
drowning in a pile of dead leaves,
as you were meant to be
and will always be.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
