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When I Fall It Won't Be Into Line

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Set the Mood


Walking down the paths of life,

Paths leading through conduits of the mind.

My oh my, how the trees do grow strong here,

I stop to immerse in their beauty divine.

Along comes the crowd of my peers,

Boisterous they are in every broken step.

No more broken than my own world,

Yet the birds fly away and trees decay as they pass.

"Come, come along," they yell as they go by,

But the invitation hit me like poisons of isolation.

Sick to my stomach as the flowers of life wilted,

"No," I said, "I'll nurse this forest back to life!"

Fleeting hopes of a wanting mind,

One man could not nurture the forest.

No man could cry the tears necessary,

To water the forests of love alone.

"Set fire to him, the fool who wishes to heal,"

In lieu of my conformity I am given gasoline and lit matches.

I refuse to pour and light, so they dump and ignite on my behalf,

The consequences of their own actions disgust them.

"Fool, you fool, you burn and only we can put you out."

The contempt in every exchange feigns compassion.

The fires of hatred won't burn deep, it won't make me fall,

For when I fall it will not be into line.

If I am to fall then let the ashes scatter,

My decay shall nourish the forest of passion.

Better to burn in fires of vitriol and spite,

Than to poison the forest for my own delight.

Oh beautiful forest, the forest of life,

Won't you continue to grow for me?

Provide for me the apples of wisdom,

Give me pollination of the mind.

Oh glorious forest, the forest of all,

Take back what it is you are owed.

I offer my entirety to your roots,

When I fall it will be at your feet in worship.

Writer's Block Doodles

I'm suffering from less creative writer's block today, because I can't really think of anything I want to touch on in any real depth. Luckily my poetry doodles are always a great fallback option, and even put a smile on my face if I hit on something decent. This piece is just about not going with any flow, doing what you feel is best, and giving to your own life the respect it deserves.

Never forget, you deserve to respect yourself regardless of others' opinions.


Kyler J Falk (author) from California on May 11, 2020:

I'm very happy you understood the underlying sentiments of the poem, Meg, this was a very emotional one!

Thanks for reading!

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on May 11, 2020:

Yes, I like this. Your compatriots, marching along to the given line, despoiling everything and unwilling to see or make amends or the harm they have done.

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on May 11, 2020:

Thank you, Sankhajit, I am very happy that you enjoyed the read!

Sankhajit Bhattacharjee from MILWAUKEE on May 11, 2020:

superb piece of writing

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on May 11, 2020:

Thank you, Umesh, I'm glad you found this piece interesting!

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on May 10, 2020:

Nice one. Interesting.

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on May 10, 2020:

@Beth: As it gets rarer so must we fight harder to bring it back into the limelight!

Thanks for reading!

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on May 10, 2020:

@Ruby: Absolutely true, admiration and respect are fleeting things when the self doesn't believe it to be evident!

Thanks for reading!

Beth Perry from Tennesee on May 10, 2020:

What a lovely poem!

You are right about self-respect; a commodity that seems to get rarer to find these days.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on May 10, 2020:

To respect one's self is the greatest gift one can give to self, by that I mean, if we don't respect ourselves, how can we expect respect from others? Cheers

Kyler J Falk (author) from California on May 10, 2020:

Thank you, Chatra, this is quite the meaningful piece for me!

CHATRA RAM from BARMER INDIA on May 10, 2020:

Your work is absolutely commendable.


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