How The Mighty Has Fallen Poem by Wilfred Mellers

How The Mighty Has Fallen
Written by: Wilfred Mellers,12 September 2015

Is there sanctuary left in your existence?
Do you still insist on putting up such resistance?
Are you even capable of a feeling?
Is there something you're not revealing?
Is there any refuge still left?
Is your heart still a victim of theft?
Is there a single solitary emotion?
Platitudes no longer spark devotion.

Though the years pass us by.
Have you ever questioned why?
Does a true lover ever die?
Or is there something in disguise?
Your words wear it well.
But does your heart have something else to tell?
For dreams sometimes they can haunt.
So conceal it all if you want.

It's better later than never.
But nothing waits forever.
Some feelings you cannot sever.
The pride hides the lies you tell yourself.
You think you're so clever.
You say, ok, whatever.
You can't hide from the ego.
It's nothing more than a placebo.

Maiden fair of darkened hair.
Secret rendezvous' the solaced affair.
Exposed the rose in your lair.
Swinging now bound to a rocking chair.
Was it truly so long ago?
Barren fields steal from my escrow.
March to cadences for on with the show.
Sentiments were as cold as winter snow.

I rise to the sky with the fiery air.
Crossing borders without anything to declare.
The tropical breeze caught me in midair.
Fortuitous my follies I am certainly aware.
So much for a mere mortal to bear.
Broken wings cannot take you there.
Take the advice so you better beware.
Caught the mare between the wind and a prayer.

Once, you were truly awesome.
Gone are the days of spring blossoms.
It seems as if you are playing possum.
Grays on rooftops in season's autumn.
Those days, that was a problem.
For it defies mechanics quantum.
Somber are the blues sung in Harlem.
Disputes lacking any relevance.
Bright eyes are smitten once by eminence.

Days filled now without boredom.
That was the day you hit rock bottom.
You will then contemplate on me often.
Fruits ripen on branches until rotten.
Once soft, now turned and hardened.
Daffodils wither in a disheartened garden.
Sinuses are filled with ragweed pollen.
How far the mighty has fallen.