WHEN TOWERS FELL

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

It was a day
Idle in life
Sunlight blocked
Thoughts in strife
A shaking hand
Fingers nicotined
An empty bottle
A glass uncleaned.

An ashtray
Which overflowed
Half cigarettes
Like stubbed toes
A clinging sweat
From wheezing chest
Blood shot eyes
Very little left.

A day in which
The towers fell
The castle walls
Became a self made Hell
Waiting for
A little hope
A sign of peace
A chance to cope.

Author: nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) ( Offline)
Published: January 9th, 2026 04:18
Category: Unclassified
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sorenbarrett January 9th, 2026 05:00
Neglect and abuse lead to deterioration in this poem of literal towers of metaphorical body in either case collapse. Nicely written
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)January 9th, 2026 05:22
  thanking you much appreciated
- sorenbarrettJanuary 9th, 2026 05:25
  You are most welcome Norman
orchidee January 9th, 2026 10:06
Good write N.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)January 9th, 2026 10:38
  thanks, appreciated
- orchideeJanuary 9th, 2026 12:42
  You in your high tower? Or has it fallen to bits?! lol.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)January 9th, 2026 12:52
  I parachuted out lol

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