a flower will fall from the sky,
and everyone will say, "it's beautiful."
i'll say, "no. but it once was, and no one knew."
they'll beg me to rule the world
and say, "please."
i'll say, "no."
they'll turn to each other
and say, "follow her anyway. she knows things we don't."
i'll say, "i don't know anything. and i know everything."
they won't hear me,
and they'll follow me
as i make my way as i always have.
they'll stumble over each other to look back
and say, "look at that. i wonder what it was like before."
and when all that is left of me
is the words i once spoke,
when there is nowhere and nothing else new,
they'll finally know.
About the Creator
Alivia Varvel
time is the most precious commodity
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Comments (7)
This poem is a work of art. It is perfectly crafted and deeply meaningful. It is a poem that I will never forget."
LOVE this! The perils of following someone blindly, the personality rather than the logic in their words...Truth revealed when that's all that's left. I adore your flower metaphor at the beginning; this felt like a loop, almost, from start to finish. Fantastic, as always!
Outstanding ❤️✨
That's people for you. Brilliant imagery in this one 😁
Whoaaaa, this was mindblowing! Fantastic poem!
This is so wonderfully written and surreal. Really well done
Beautiful. This felt like folly in the following of someone.