This is an amazingly depressing anthropomorphic peice of prose. I wrote it because thats how I felt when I wrote it. I still feel this way often.
At the risk of destroying a sense of disovery, it's about the life of a single leaf.
It was dark in my cocoon and then I emerged High in the air it made me dizzy I grew and did my work I worked for my mother The winds would blow but my mother held me tightly Except for a few big winds When mother could not hold to all of us But even then not only we suffered losses But an arm of mothers would break And those she held with that hand Were never seen again There were many like me That my mother held to tightly But some had heard from more like us of another mother That there would be a time of liberation These like us from the other mother Were very loyal and were very old Twice as old as all the others And then others That did not look like us But they lived a very long time Some say forever And then, one day, those like us Were not heard from Silence All at once The mother disappeared as well And then came the time of liberation It came slowly at first I found I had become sluggish There was no longer enough time in a day To finish And then, a few began to leave the mother Some looking for a better mother But I would stay I was loyal Soon almost all like us from the other mothers Were leaving their mothers I thought they were crazy Their mothers had supported them since birth Then the rumors began Some said that the mothers were cutting off food I didn't believe it at first I should have One day my mother cut off my food I didn't understand And then, that same day A new cocoon formed near me from the mother Maybe those who had left were right Maybe the mother didn't care about us This new cocoons was obviously to replace me Why? I was confused but hung on As long as I could Soon all others on my mother had left And so had all the others on the other mothers I let go I felt so free So light I drifted for a while I spun round and round and round So light I was wondrous Why hadn't I let go sooner Every one else was right Why did I wait Mother had been so cruel and oppressive I worked a whole year And all she did Was try now to replace me Well, I left Now she can use that young upstart But as I was rejoicing My flight ended Somewhere I had never been before I realized I had no food Nothing to hold to Nothing to hold to me For the next few days I grew weaker and weaker Tossed about by the wind But I wan not alone All that had fled before me were dead or dying What death What carnage I was the last to leave the mother Why had she sent us to our deaths After all we had done For her And that new upstart What does he know He thinks he's so invincible That's what I had thought He kicked me out With the mothers help Had I ever done the same Did I send another to this And then I diedClick here to go back to the Bungeman writings page.