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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 died
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