What Are We Now?

Life, love, and no meaning.

Life falls away like leaves from trees,

Only to hit the ground,

Grow old, and die.

This is what happens to us all.

We fall and never get picked up.

We grow old with our friends and loved ones,

Until the wind sweeps us away

Leaving us with nothing.

We die alone.

We are all a leaf waiting to fall,

Waiting to be picked back up,

Waiting for our loved ones die,

Wanting to die ourselves.

Author's Note

something I came up with a while ago that I never put up on here.