I watch the leaves fall so cruelly to the ground,
mercilessly trampled by a million feet.
The rain shatters on them endlessly, quickly
turning into sleet.
Pleated and trampled into mush, I wonder
if some of the puddle they sit in is their
tears that haven't even the privilege of falling
on a bedsheet.
I feel for them, I know the helplessness of
their unavoidable fate of pain, the darkness
that consumes your heart, that makes you wonder
if you even Can feel. How everythings seems to
simply bleed out of you...
Then again, what does it matter? We're nothing
more than leaves