Many leaves were laid on this floor
where I gazed back to the roaring of the walls
Doors creaking words of complaint
as the leaves fall down from maxed spaces
Some still bright green,
others wilting at incredible speed
The colors were mixed beautifully
It was so raw yet painted so alive
making a pathway through the dulled paved road
we wished would end at the crossroads
between long stretched hours of working
and the awaited moments of resting our souls in peace
Many people just pass there stepping on the fallen leaves on their way
crushing it into pieces
Small leaves left to die
blamed for their small existence
left to be shattered by the soles of the people
who once admired them through the greenness of its body
in contrast to the blueness of the sky
It made me realize
how brutal endings can be .
-Hayi
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Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
