September is tomorrow. Fall is coming. In honor of it's arrival I have written this poem:
Falling
By: Travis Smith
Falling Falling
I hear them calling
Calling for help
They are dying.
Dying Dying
They're losing color
They cannot breathe
They are screaming
Screaming Screaming
We cannot help them
They are too far away
They are so sad
Sad sad
But they must go
Why? I do not know.
They are leaving.
Leaving leaving.
The leafs are leaving.
They are falling falling.
Screaming
Sad
Dead.
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4 comments:
seriously Travis-lay off the pot! lol
You're a poet and you didn't even know it...
Deep...
I needed some blood-related imagery for it to really count as emo, I'm afraid.
I give this a 2 out of 5 black eyeliners.
Well it did take me all of 5 minutes to write. Next time I'll talk about how the veins of the leaves are bleeding chlorophyll and the bark of the tree is peeling off like dead skin on a corpses back.
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