This is one of the first things i ever wrote |
Trimming the leaves of life taking a small part away at a time little bits of life that fall to the ground never fully realizing their full potential littered across the ground intentions unfulfilled wishes unspoken dreams broken life lost Why does this happen are we unable to find happiness can we find ourselves in others what can we find in another person the completion of a form of expression shown through daily actions performed said a person is only half a person without their soulmate we're born with them not to be found outside Illusions dancing just out of reach reaching for something never meant to be grasping at the chance to be brought to an end slipping through your hands and still fluttering hardly clinging to that spark of life wind gusting to and fro ground approaching faster and faster silence reigns The world holds its breath split second of mourning for that loss unconciously forgetting the struggle inside single tear tracks down your face smearing the image of despair the world knocks at you spoils the agony you sigh The tree is almost bare now leaves of life around your feet prospect of an existance of drudgery gritting your teeth against continual pain nothing to do but continue on day after endless day all reason vanished all hope gone you sob Taking that leap of faith closing your eyes for fear of failure clenching tightly together fanning a spark inside pouring everything into just one last chance sagging with fatigue your body bleeds breath comes slow and shallow heart falters in time light flickers you fall No one is there to interrupt your downfall crashing towards the finality everything experiences once wonder did you do everything you were needed to anything left unfinished and behind forever lost in the void of time unable to scream its name chained to nothing you end The next person in line steps forward neverending cycle is repeated forever and again line unbroken reaching past the far horizons watching from that lofty place above laughing or crying or sighing doing nothing but looking at something tortured life rages The tree is reborn in the essence of another unwitting being dreams of leaves and life sway slowly to their final destination uncomprehension dawns with knowledge lost forevermore sadness permeating throughout the souls of the living bearing them down endless flights of incomprehension flame flares with righteous indignation smothered with less than a thought cycle continues unbroken wind blows the dust broken dreams emptiness death |