Poetry

Everything Must Change

A leaf

flowing in the wind.

Reprimanding itself

for every time it has sinned.

It does not know love,

it only knows hate.

It has nothing left

to appreciate.

It is lost,

it is on its own.

There isn't any time

for it to atone.

Its former way of life

is no more.

Nothing left

for it to live for.

Ripped from its branch,

it wanders about.

A constant reminder

of what it is without.

No longer does it have

a place to stay.

All its ever known

has been cast away.

It lands in a lake,

and there it stays.

Over and done with

are its former ways.