• The apple.
    I stare at it as it falls to the ground.
    The only thing thats pushing it down.
    The only way that really hurts,
    is keeping it to this silent earth.
    It can't help the way it's pushed,
    It has no choice, it's forced.
    It has no way to get back up,
    Arms and legs couldn't even help.
    Spinning around and around, not even knowing,
    It is down, without warning.
    I stare at it, as it's spinning and spinning,
    and it stops.
    The apple.