About the poem: This is a remake of the poem I posted a while ago called, Earthbound. I really enjoy this poem and wanted to play with it a bit to see what directions I could take with wordage and imagery. I don’t think I have ever posted a remake or revamp of a previously posted poem before. If you visit my site often, let me know which you like better π Earthbound or this version Falling to Ground.
Held it up,
this knotty head, wrought with wires undone.
Disconnected.
Tangles of thoughts parade around,
seeming as tangible, visible to others as my
knotted head of hair.
Dealt with this all,
trying to hold up this deck.
I hit a wall.
Lying face up,
watching them rain down in rivulets,
in their disgraceful fall.
My wires undone,
messages are left on read.
I am the epitome of the last flame.
Blown out by the constant winds,
I’m earthbound, now.
I’ve left the birds
to the clouds.




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