adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, September 30, 2010

FALL

Fall.

Balance wearies,
ever teetering
on the edge
of despair.

Fall forward
and be done.

Fall into
tomorrow, drown
in its promise,
in its darkness.

Fall.

Forget and be
forgotten, be
the meteor
that burned across

some sky and faded,
fallen, fallen.

Lose this balance,
slip away.
Fall to earth,
fall to rest.

Fall.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

Not a particularly ambitious bit of poetry -- more a formulaic exercise centered around the 'fall' metaphor. I found myself parroting Hank Williams at one point (the silence of a falling star) and had to rewrite! :)

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