Don’t We All Fall Down?

By Nadja Lee (neh@post10.tele.dk ) 17/11/02

Declaimer: This poem belongs to the writer, Nadja Lee, and may not be reproduced in any form or shape without the written permission from the author.

An angel walking among us

Falling on the cold ground

A devil ruling supreme

Reaching for the Heavens

A sea so dead

A forest so empty

Smoke rises

As fires die

I feel what they don’t

I see what they don’t

Are they blind

Or am I mad?

Am I lost

Or am I found?

Am I on the right path

Or drifting aimlessly at sea?

So lost in feelings

So wrapped up in my mind

So many thoughts

So many pains

No words

To say all I feel

No way to express

What I hold inside

Only the good die young

We all turn to dust

Thinking of what is and what was

It all melts into one

Every time I try to fly

I find my wings have broken

Every time I try to leave

I find I’m bound to the spot

So much inside my head

I feel like screaming but hear no sound

So much to say

But no words come across my lips

Tears can’t always fall

It can’t rain all the time

There has got to be light

There has got to be hope

Stumbling, falling

Reaching but never finding

So lost, so cold

So alone

Sunshine, starlight

Moonlight, twilight

There’s always light

Somehow…I’ve got to find it

Be strong