Where Leaves Fall

Where Leaves Fall

Somewhere
Near an eastern wall
Where, after the wind 
The leaves will fall

There is a door
To another land
But, lest you should enter
Do you understand?

You’ll imagine that the land is great
Where you’ve been told that problems die
And every pleasure lives
But, you will learn it wryly hides its lie

You’ll love it there
At first, and for quite a while
Your host will see to that 
You’ll be tended to with warm beguile 

You’ll be happy, or so you’ll think
You’ll even feel admired
But after a while, you must be warned
You’ll slowly seem more tired

Oh, you’ll remain there
You can stay if you choose
But you must realize there is one catch
If you lay among the leaves, you’ll lose

You’ll lose your family
You’ll miss your friends
You’ll wake up starving
After the great feast ends

Once realized, you’ll turn back
And try to reach the exit door
But, alas, the welcome’s trap
Will toss you hapless, like wind  - a leaf, on the floor

You’ll peer through the gate from time to time
You’ll be fooled to think it’s open
You’ll see yourself among the leaves and think you’re through
But find the mirror’s half broken

Another pill, another puff
Will make you think you’ll survive
It’s not so bad, you’ll say to yourself
As long as you stay alive

The needles’ prick
Will warm the coldest night 
The veins of leaves once green and wet
Will shrivel in stupor’s fright

Somewhere 
Closer to the egress portal
Where, after the wind
You realize the leaves are mortal

There’s a reason the leaves fall there
It’s an end place that leaves should dread
The winds of life push and scatter
The fallen leaves detached and dead

Somewhere
At eastern wall
The winds of chance
Left you where leaves will fall
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Kendrick Avatar
December 29, 2015 at 1:49 PM
Addiction is a terrible thing for any person to go through and horrible vision for the family..You did a great job on this one..I enjoyed reading it even though it seemed to have a feeling of sadness within the lines..Thanks for the visit to my page..Welcome to soup..Sara
Reed Avatar
December 29, 2015 at 2:09 PM
Thanks for the comment. If you felt the sadness, then I did my job.
Lane Avatar
December 28, 2015 at 9:34 AM
As sad as any addiction is, so many can't find the strength to break free. They are fallen, but unlike a leaf they can live again. Perfect title, Jeff..good telling if the problem.
Lane Avatar
December 28, 2015 at 10:08 AM
Write it in the honor of those who are able to stand again. Great idea!
Reed Avatar
December 28, 2015 at 10:01 AM
Thank you for the comment. You're right. Perhaps a sequel is in order where the fallen leaf lives again.
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