Can you read meaning into a fallen leaf?
To say he yearned to leave his home?
To say he tried to fly?
To say his actions were too strong,
that his impulses let him die?
Or was he wary, maybe forlorn?
Tired of his home?
His life had mattered naught to him?
Was it time that he let go?
Or was it that he fell
so that a bud could burst anew?
Or were there too many leaves
and he among the chosen few
to die
so that others might live?
I do not know, nor can I ask.
A thousand tortures sang a tune by DigitalReins, literature
Literature
A thousand tortures sang a tune
A thousand tortures sang a tune
of hate and greed of death and need.
The silent of the bunch was love.
It used no song yet all along
the others knew is as the one
that acted as their master.
It gave the greed the need
to have all things to it belong.
It birthed the hate that through the pain of loss
had risen strong.
Love is the power and the pain,
the rainbow but also the rain.
Love is a tear for joy and loss.
Love is all.
Can you read meaning into a fallen leaf?
To say he yearned to leave his home?
To say he tried to fly?
To say his actions were too strong,
that his impulses let him die?
Or was he wary, maybe forlorn?
Tired of his home?
His life had mattered naught to him?
Was it time that he let go?
Or was it that he fell
so that a bud could burst anew?
Or were there too many leaves
and he among the chosen few
to die
so that others might live?
I do not know, nor can I ask.
A thousand tortures sang a tune by DigitalReins, literature
Literature
A thousand tortures sang a tune
A thousand tortures sang a tune
of hate and greed of death and need.
The silent of the bunch was love.
It used no song yet all along
the others knew is as the one
that acted as their master.
It gave the greed the need
to have all things to it belong.
It birthed the hate that through the pain of loss
had risen strong.
Love is the power and the pain,
the rainbow but also the rain.
Love is a tear for joy and loss.
Love is all.