broken branches
falling leaves
oh they swirl so silent
drifting almost too quite
for they die in mass
their support was broken
taken from them
leaving them to all hit hard
on the cold snowy ground
but one sad leaf
a lonely blood red
clings to her place on
her broken branch of pale bone
all alone now
why not just fall and give up
no one is left so
why cling with such desperation
No ones knows though
Only that leaf holds her secret close
The reason for her secluded struggle
Hidden in its veins of ruby
This poem is about:
Me