I picked up a stray ladder from the road,
                              Thinking it was going to help me climb.
                              I placed it under a window of dreams
                              And pushed myself upon it.
                              But I should've guessed that it was broken,
                              For I fell off it on springing mud,
                              Flying its way all over my frame.
                              I stood up,
                              Brushed myself,
                              And walked under the ladder to find it's broken piece.
                              I tried a lot, I tried hard,
                              But I just couldn't notice
                              The damaged parts.
                              So is it my legs that couldn't stand still?
                              I thought,
                              Are they twisted?
                              I wanted to examine myself.
                              Therefore,
                              I ran under the ladder again,
                              Times manifold,
                              Only to fall out of control.
                              Mud swamped me a second time,
                              And before I realized how and why,
                              It had altered into a quicksand,
                              Pulling me by the ankles.
                              My open eyes 
                              Watched the sky reach farther
                              Second by second.
                              I started humming to myself,
                              I wanted to disappear off the earth,
                              But now I'm dancing six feet under it,
                              Tired and breathless, hollow convulsed chest,
                              I'm a flying raven in the core of a planet.
                              My chin rested 
                              Upon the border of the sand.
                              I took one last look at the ladder I got
                              And smiled with eyes closed
                              As I grovelled into the soil
                              Letting go off my last breath.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  