My World Is Falling.

With every passing day and with each fleeting moment,
I see how my world is falling, falling down on me.
With every wailing cry and with each unheard lament,
I see how my world is falling, an abyss is all I see.
A garden of earthly delights that I once called my own,
the songs of muted angels, in an eternal reprise,
the shrine of euphoria supreme and its sovereign throne,
O! Departed days of wonder will you not return please?
For I remember my valley from a time of peace and love,
the olives grew purple dark and the meadows evergreen,
with flowers of war wilting beneath the abode of doves,
was this world an honest truth or nay!, a wishful dream?
Where once our monuments stood, on grounds hallowed great,
and lofty rose the aspiration of our nation just,
today they crumble down all owed to a deserving fate,
rest our mortal dreams betrothed to unfound dust.
The slowly dying embers have turned to ashes here,
and pains me how no different, they are from darkly doom,
for the rushing moment of today shall not hardly care,
shall not recall glory past but presently dying bloom.
My world is falling bit by bit, piece by piece, day by day,
and the memories of burning rain scorch this grieving mind,
the walkway to an endless dawn, a dawn though weary grey,
lights the corners of my dreams, for tomorrow must be blind.


27 thoughts on “My World Is Falling.

  1. Without words…you did the job for me. Beautiful and solemnly so. Thank you too for taking the time to visit my (infant) blog and share a little humbling support. God Bless and I look forward to reading your work (when I have time-outs from parenting…here, there, anytime and where…they randomly appear for me enabled. I am new to this and still working out the kinks and riding the waves. Therefore, I sincerely appreciate to have the fellowship of truly real talent and inspiration.

    – Elizabeth Dryden |

    1. Thank you Elizabeth, you’re kind words have humbled me. You’re welcome, and feel free by all means. Stop by any time, and speak your mind.
      If you ever need any help, you can contact me on my email address, stated on the “about” page. Happy parenting, and all the best.


  2. Astounding imagery, Sir! Question: Why no stanzas? Is that to assimilate the falling effect? Thank you kindly for visiting TheInkJester, I appreciate the support!

    1. Thank you Mr. Sutherland, as a reply I shall simply state, “for that is the way I write”. I did not intend to assimilate anything, and you’re welcome, you can be sure of my support in any venture you partake.

  3. Your beautiful poetry fills the mind and heart. I hope you are speaking in the abstract, but I sense you are not. If not I am deeply sorry.

    I am not a poet nor a writer, just a person whose head is sometimes filled with words, to my amazement, I recently began to write down. Just like this morning while sitting outside drinking a cup of coffee.

    Thank you for taking the time to read one of my posts.

    May you always maintain your true gift to write so beautifully!

    1. Thank you, and please, you needn’t feel sorry for me, there are no lives lived sans sorrow.
      You’re welcome, you write beautifully, and the sincere persona of a poet is incomplete without his/her ebullition’s.
      Thank you again Sheila, and I do hope the best for you as well.
      Osama Iftikhar

  4. Another beautiful one! I wonder what took me so long to visit your blog..
    All I would like to say is enjoy life..God did not promise an easy and soothing life..HE just said it would be WORTH every moment.. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

  5. Okay… so I’ve read several of your poems and they are all quite groovy, but this poem caused me to melt a bit! Good stull. Will enjoy following your work- You are really good!

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