After The Fall-(Now What?)

Soul Poetry

Okay, I'm down here,

drifted to the lowness of ground,

reaching out for a stronghold

on something,


that can maybe pull me back upwards.

But as of yet,

through teary eyed glances

and the shadows of pain,

I view nothing on my horizon.

Nothing that looks promising

at this point.

Besides, I had my fleeting moment

and at present,

it is gone.

So now what?

The fall came

and like those that fall

in these autumn's of discontent,

I lie here, crinkled, emotionally dried up

and useless now.

Yeah, I once hung in there,

vibrant, alive,

getting my sustinance through

the strength of my tree of life,

but now I have been discarded,

my usefullness completed in seasons of passing

and now I just litter the lawn.

A nusance burdon that needs to be raked along

into a pile of other useless foliage.

I'm of no good to anyone

in this depleted state.

I have not even the desire

to allow a breeze to carry me off.

Quite content am I,

to lie here and disintegrate into

a composted and decaying form.

Maybe then,

I'll at least be of some use.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A follow-up to 'The Autumn I Fell'

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