Leaves

My dreams, hopes

are like leaves

blooming in spring

but in autumn

scattered, forgotten 

their only beauty

in the final

sigh that escapes

when trampled upon.

Reviews

[Zainab UF]

Wow! Anyone who can convey so much angst in so little words is my hero! :)

No seriously, this poem stands out for its brevity. The leaf metaphor works out quite beautifully, especially in the lines "in the final... trampled upon." The poignancy in those lines is outstanding!

Keep up the good work; looking forward to reading more from you.