The Fall
The Fall
In a moment I call clarity,
in a place that I call hell.
Are remnants of a memory
of a story I know well.
A season without reason
and how I survived it all.
The reason for the season
and why they call it fall.
Leaves are changing on the trees
as they prepare to die
Sap runs slowly underneath
and weeping willows cry.
A chill begins to fill the air,
things happen you can't see.
Raindrops falling from the sky
Like memory falls on me.
Recalling every broken heart
times crucified by lovers.
Remembering every random act
betrayed by my own brothers.
Not wanting to be part of it
I feel the fall begin.
Still I go there just the same
sold out from within
Here I go again it seems
and I'm still standing tall.
The season without reason
it's the one they call the fall.
Edwin C Hofert
Sept 7 2017
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