I’m like a Fall leaf
On a summer day,
Somewhere I don’t belong.
I’m the metronome
That’s one beat off,
So it goes to waste.
I’m the broken crayon
In the bottom of the box,
No one notices it’s missing.
These thoughts come knocking
At the door of my mind.
As they are the only ones to visit,
I let them in.
And listen as they break me
Just
A
Bit
More.