I Cannot Stay

Just a little something. I've been feeling "under the weather" emotionally. This came out rougher than it had been in my head, but the idea is relatively the same.

Like autumn leaves I lift with every bitter breeze.

I race with the wind and crunch underfoot,

when time and weather become too much

I lose myself in the underbrush. 

When clouds make the sky a mottled grey,

I mark myself in a different color

assuming I've overplayed my stay.

Carried with whispered burdens,

carried with quiet pleas -

I am whisked away with the leaves.

Carried with murmured praise,

carried with a failure's ease -

I am whisked away with the leaves.

There is no room for a leaf without color;

no room for a knight without his armor.

I have chipped and I have broken;

I have crumpled and I have fallen.

I mark myself unworthy,

assuming I cannot stay.

I mark myself forgotten,

certain I shall not stay.

Like the ticking of time, the changing of season,

I must pass and fall away.

Author's Note

Again, this is a very rough piece. Raw, if you might. Hopefully my next ones will be better.

Reviews

[Moochi]

How. How do you capture the essence of humanity in such perfect verses. Its the kind of poetry id cuddle up with on a lazy sunday for some light reading. It has an airy feeling but such a meaningful message. Enjoyed the poem.
Love the lines "There is no room.. ..... for a knight without his armour" and the usage of " I am whisked away with the leaves".