Lost Leaves


My heart beats in my chest tonight

As it did the night before

And the evening before that.


Today was just another day

Not one that I will remember

Or hold dear in my memories.

Nothing but a forgotten leaf

Fallen from a blossoming tree.

No, I will not remember thee,

It came and went from me

This leaf has left

With the wind

And is already withering away.


I don’t care much for the leaves

That have been departing

Unnoticed, uninteresting.

No, those should not be a part of me.

I would much rather choose

An unusual flower

With so many petals

To love and cherish

Unpredictable, unforgettable.

That’s how my days ought to be.


But tonight,

My heart stayed in my chest you see,

My days, my weeks,

Are dry brittle leaves

That didn’t belong on the tree

In the first place.


So tonight I pray

For all I want

Is to water the tree

And have flowers

Growing from thee.

To end the drought

Once and for all

Bring my life back to me.


And then my heart will arrange

To race, to jump

To skip a beat

To accelerate its pace

And pound like a drum again.


My days have been wasted,


It’s time to blossom once more

And make up for all those lost leaves.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've just been feeling like my life has been so boring lately! I want things to pick up again!

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AquarianMale's picture

You write some sad and often

You write some sad and often melancholy poetry. Although I have enjoyed some of those, it is nice to see “a bit” of hope in this one.

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.” 

Emily Dickinson