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Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

Is My Soul Still Falling


I was only sixteen
When I stept out onto the window ledge and slipped
it never entered my head
to go get a ladder to fix
what I had to fix

I knew my life would end
as soon as I hit the ground,
but I seem to be falling and falling
and never reaching the ground

As I'm falling I see years
of my future life pass before me in real time
sometimes I forget I am falling
and start to think that this is really my life

It's only when memories of when I slipt
come back into my mind
I know it's only a matter of time
before I hit the ground

Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this after a memory came back about fixing
my mates mams roof. I climbed out of the window
and fixed the roof stood on the little window ledge.
How I did not fall I will never know........or maybe I did fall.

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  • Bobby Wynn (5/2/2013 3:43:00 PM)

    As a human I have been to the edge of many hells like this one, beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (4/30/2013 4:32:00 AM)

    A unique experience of time warp has been told in symbol of falling down a ladder. It's a well-written poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (4/24/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    Only a matter of time. we are within the time-frame. good poem.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment please. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (4/18/2013 8:15:00 PM)

    Its strange what a memory can do to you, it sounds to me your date with fate was adverted by good circumstance, like the second stanza perhaps were all falling down and we dont even see it. Next time get your friends Mum to do it (Report) Reply

  • Gary Kedron (4/16/2013 11:14:00 PM)

    Falling...like in a dream startling you with a jolt...
    Great poem glad I took the time to read..... (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (4/12/2013 3:00:00 PM)

    Very wistful poem Dave - I think we are all falling through life, and we will certainly all hit the ground one day. (Report) Reply

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