The petals

Keep falling

Down, below the ground.

I've asked them,

Begged them,

And told others to tell them

To stop falling

But the petals will fall to the ground

As long as gravity is around.

My mother is sad,

My friends are confused,

My belongings are littered

With all the petals I've used.

They fall and they fall and they fall and they fall.

They fell and they fell and they fell and they fell.

They will fall and fall and fall and fall

Down.

No

They do not fall,

I push them.

They do not drift,

I swing them from a string.

They do not go against me;

I go against myself.

My petals are not drifting;

They're drowning.