Falling Still

Falling, with no one but the wind to catch me
No one to listen but the ominous void that surrounds me
Ringing of the phone, but the caller is not heard
Someone waits at the door, but no one is there, sir
Falling still, after 30 years awake
No tremendous feats to show for
Nothing worthy of remembering my name
Every blind eye turn your face away
Every deaf ear, throw that hearing aid away
Pounding of my head, the ringing airs of allure
Never mind the present state
Yet, hope for no more
The journey never falters,
It’s withered path so heeds
Now quiver past the high drift
Beyond the snuffed weeds
Grateful dead we bow at your feet
The eyes of such a heavy soul crumbles in defeat
Heavy is it, the heart of the lonely ones
Better them than me, you say
Whisper it,
Don’t yet speak it
For whatever you so think
The days of cheerful glee and happy bounds
Are all the more last week