Simple leaf, withered, crackling,
Brown and dry,
Within the palm,
Crushed to nothing.
Forgotten back road, ugly, bumpy,
Cracks and holes,
Widened and wrecked,
Freezing and thawing, furthering destruction.
Forgotten cracked mirror,
Dusty, fragments about,
Incomplete, never whole,
To be found, is to be thrown out.
Should you know how it feels,
To exist as it is to be,
Something unremarkable,
Here and gone, you should know.
Sound from all sides,
Booms, rattling, shaking,
Impressive feeling of reality,
Being poured forth to the senses.
Image so clear, so crystalline,
Purity of white tile,
Untouched glass cases,
A perfect diamond.
Red roses, violets,
Flowers, bushes, trees,
A garden for the gods,
Perfect to the exact bud.
Should you know that it never lasts,
That I had it once,
And to now, peace wished for,
It always feels like the end.