Alphabet poem

Apple Zone

An apple falls down from its tree beside me, why does not it falls up?

Bumblebees, butterflies and hummingbirds sucking the life out of the flowers while pollinating and reproducing as the flower knows without this sacrifice its kin have no future.

Chocolate croissant the sweet buttery and flaky one, I can smell its warm aroma escaping from my picnic basket.

Digging deep into the basket to taste that croissant, why is the best piece always the hardest to reach?

Every early morning I am always here, sitting under this apple tree until the moonlight shines.

Fireflies flow with the gentle wind at the darkest night in a chaotic pattern.

Golden glow spots reflect each other around, like a switch off and on at their will, is that how they communicate?

Horror happens in the shadow; no one should be out outside.

Icy island in the north is cold and mystery, I think there must be more than a plain white stormy island.

Jingling jewellery stars sparks and bright up the high sky, lights down the low ground take over the darkness, can you see me now?

Keep kneeling down in the corner hiding from everyone, and they must not know.

Lakes, lagoon and ocean are formed from the tears of the goddesses.

Many more tears are pouring in droplets from the sky as the goddesses watch over me, after all this, will you see me now?

Naively narcissus myself, when I was younger, was my first mistake.

Obediently oath to protect and lead my people is a curse and blessing in my bloodline.

Palatial palisade separates and traps me from reality; this might be my punishment for all my crime and sin, what else do I need to do for you to notice me?

Quaintly question my existence; I know I am not the chosen one.

Rhapsodize randomly when dreaming of you, holding my hands and look at me.

Sudden stop, falling hard and I am wild awake, bruises by the impact and heartbroken from false hope, why does this happen to me - is it because I do not know how to communicate?

“Tick-tock tick-tocks,” said Death, the clouds moving and the breeze blowing, nothing stops no turning back; we are running out of time.

Ultimate ultimatum is to keep everyone safe and guide them to prosperity that my duty as their leader.

Vaguely vacillating different places in my mind, unable to connect and stay still, perhaps I am the hardest piece to reach?

Wearilessly working to accomplish my labour duty as their King even though it is killing me alive.

Xerophilous Xanadu is where I live, everyone wants to be and live like me but they do not know how dry and lifeless my paradise lost is.

Yellow yolk sunrise in the early morning, here I am walking to the tree with my same picnic basket, do I need to fell up to get to you?

Zillion zwitterions* in my chromosomes** that created me, maybe that is why I am neither good nor evil; a neutral mediocre. I know I am not special but I will still be waiting here by the apple tree until you notice me.

*neutral molecule with equally positive and negative charge

**zwitterions are in amino acid, which is essential for protein to promote DNA molecule (packed DNA into thread-like structures are chromosomes)

This is the alphabetical order short story we wrote in class (10/31/17). I decided to write a poem instead and I will use it in my collection. The speaker is the protagonist in my story, she the ruler of her kingdom and she is suffering from dissociative identity disorder.

Thanks for the help! Runako Callender and Ivan Mangones