Things Fall Apart
I feel insecure about many dark things
That I cannot understand or behold
I sense the wheel spin out of control
Things fall apart; the centre can’t hold;I hold from slipping into darkness
I pray for security within the fold
But I feel the balance slipping
Things fall apart; the centre can’t holdThe falcon now looks lost
In the storm clouds and the cold
Will ignorant intensity trump conviction?
Things fall apart; the centre can’t holdI think much of the future
I think much of fruits that are old
The wheel spins to screaming
Things fall apart; the centre can’t holdFor the needs of the many
The needs of the few are sold
Within blind evolution I seek control
Things fall apart; the centre can’t holdBut when everything is slipping
And in the storm I am wet and cold
I remember sometimes things fall apart
So better things may fall together and hold
Loved it ! Hmmm…That’s precisely what I m feeling right now.
Pratyusha
April 11, 2016 at 8:25 am
Hi Pratz…good to hear from you. Yes , now and again I feel this way and found it a comfort to write it down and by writing it accept it.
thus.i.wrote
April 11, 2016 at 2:06 pm
Hiya, same here. Writing is a form of acceptance.! How have you been ?
Pratyusha
April 11, 2016 at 2:11 pm
I’ve been good…enjoying Spring.
thus.i.wrote
April 12, 2016 at 2:03 pm