Poetry

Life by Sultan Sajid

Leaves falling from the tree
Following in the footsteps of unknown
Crumbling up into memories
Of the unseen

People walking by
Towards money and fame
Not being able to see
What they step on
What they spend on
Crumbling the leaves
Memories of seeds
Break into pieces

Stepping on hearts
Of the people that are falling
Turning into dust
Covered in rust
Broken by trust
The thing that was must

Always drags you back
Into chaos just to find a voice
Taking you to a place
That will leave you with no choice
And drags you into chaos
Drags you back
Just to find a voice
Of the soul

For a corpse
To live a little thing called life
To stand up and walk again
Choosing what to spend on
While stepping on the fallen leaves
Crumbling up into memories

Stepping on hearts
Of the people that are falling
Turning into dust
Covered in rust
Broken by trust
For the thing that was must
Just to live a little thing called life


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