|
|
I Am a Leaf
-I am a leaf, found in a book of a hundred years;
the gentle whispers of a forgotten name.
I was, and am, the last survivor of the family,
with no hand of comfort to guide me
through the darkness of the end.
I am lost, but where, I know not.
I am loved, but once in my life;
I am remembered by none.
I lived and died alone,
and I still remember the last tear.
-David Culver
*back one* *next poem*
 
*back one* *next poem*
back to depression index | |
back to poetry index
|
