Fallen

I flow through the world a fallen leaf
Once flourishing with color
This is what I have become

I make the same sounds
And maintain the same shape
Yet I am certainly not living

My presence goes unnoticed
As a product of what I now am
And thus, I flow through the world
A fallen leaf

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting piece....ordinarily we think of the leaf in autumn has having its brightest personality...the memorable color just before death.
but for this leaf....no one noticed, no one took the time to look or cared.
very sad...but such a well done allegory.
j.