And the Petals Fall

Ladder

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.