The petals
Keep falling
Down, below the ground.
I've asked them,
Begged them,
And told others to tell them
To stop falling
But the petals will fall to the ground
As long as gravity is around.
My mother is sad,
My friends are confused,
My belongings are littered
With all the petals I've used.
They fall and they fall and they fall and they fall.
They fell and they fell and they fell and they fell.
They will fall and fall and fall and fall
Down.
No
They do not fall,
I push them.
They do not drift,
I swing them from a string.
They do not go against me;
I go against myself.
My petals are not drifting;
They're drowning.
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
