Memories of a Fallen Leaf

Rain Song

I am lost.

In a dark, familiar city.

Beautiful Aspirations

plague my sight.

once Spotless, always Spotless,

yet lined with an irrepressible taint.

A cloud looms –

But never breaks;

I am fragile,

Let It Rain.

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There is a new disease in town,

Perfection.

A fungus, dispersing its spores,

not onto the stainless steel structures,

But into the minds

of those who make a city A City.

Until every thought is dominated by the want

For More

                      & More

                                         & More.

Irrepressible.

-         -            -             -

Satisfaction.

A forgone saviour

buried under layers of Filth and False Promise.

But is it lost?

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When I lose something,

anything, everything;

I lose my

Self.

A backhanded *Slap*

that causes no physical print,

Rather, it takes its toll –

bruising my ego, spirit and self-worth.

Who am I, if I am not great?

Who am I, if I do not succeed?

Who am I? What do I do? Then.

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I am lost.

In a dark, familiar city.

Beautiful Aspirations

plague my sight.

once Spotless, always Spotless,

yet lined with an irrepressible taint.

A cloud looms –

But never breaks;

I am fragile,

Let It Rain.