There were shadows off in all directions,
pushing against the hollow walls;
had I looked, I could have seen them.
One needs to listen when duty calls;
things fell down.
There were ghostly explanations,
tears left drying for me to find.
Walked too fast and stepped too slowly,
was soon outdistanced, lagged behind;
things fell down.
Where were arms when close was needed?
Where were hands when touch could have mattered?
I turned too soon, learned too late.
Where was my heart when hers was shattered?
Things fell down.
Shadows grew but I ignored them,
drawing hastily finished wasted lines.
Chances too often unattended,
too few reminders recognized too few times;
things fell down.
“Out from in behind his senses came no logic worth remembering,
or so it seemed from the mountain;
Out of excess came weakness, then precisionless dismembering;
that is how they found him.”
Out from her simple light came dark confusion,
a vengeful harpy hovering, homicidal talons extended.
Out from her history came only crippled illusion
of today with no beginning, yesterday so poorly ended
that things fell down.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yes, yet another lost love lament. Unfortunately, it is drawn from my checkered past. Bear with me.
- Category: Short story
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Comments6
At first, until around the middle, I now realise I got hold of the wrong stick .. Funny thing is, you managed to help me grab hold of the right one without even trying .. which just goes to reinforce my pre-existing belief that different eyes may see things differently .. Having now got that off my chest, I must hereby confess, I very much enjoyed the duality of my meandering here today .. Just in case you, or anyone else might be wondering what the hell is this guy waffling on about, I initially thought 'Things Fell Down' was about some kind of war zone or conflict .. The turning point is when it dawned on me that it referred to the disintegration or failing of a relationship ..
Well penned, friend .. Neville
Such a passionate write for a lost love Dan.
Andy
The feeling that I get from this poem is that neglect contributes to decay and with decay things fall down. Very nicely written with that fifth line reoccuring throughout as an omen of what is to come. Creative and a bit haunting.
Beautifully written my friend.
Sometimes the most beautiful writings come from sad places in our hearts.
Nicely written
Powerful work. Very relatable.
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