Fallen Poem by Alex Walker

I’m falling down, from the highest building.
As I begin my fall, I shine out like the city lights.
I feel you, watching me, like I am one of those beautiful lights.
I want you to reach out and grab me, make me your light.

I keep going, and I’m beginning to wonder, will you catch me?
I know you’ve seen me, I’m trying to be the brightest light.
You have to have noticed me, there’s no way you couldn’t have.
Yet you haven’t tried to catch me. Have you thought about it?

The people still look like ants, there’s still time.
You’ll catch me right? You couldn’t let me hit the ground.
You can’t let my light go out, it burns for you, only you.
I’m still falling though, and I’m becoming afraid, the people are growing.

I’m terrified, as I fall I know I can’t stop, it’s too late for that.
I’m still hoping you’ll catch me. Hoping, but not sure you will.
I’m beginning to see, you don’t really want to catch me.
Why?

I can see the cracks in the sidewalk, I’m close now, and my light’s fading.
But there’s still time, you can catch me, but I know you won’t.
You don’t notice I’m falling, and if you did you wouldn’t care.
I’m going to hit the ground, and I know it. I can already feel the pain.

I’m closer, closer, closer still, I’m almost hovering above the sidewalk.
Soon I’ll be a part of it, that bleak, gray, trampled sidewalk.
Unless you catch me, but you won’t, I hope you will, but you won’t.
I’m going hit the ground, I’m going to be broken, my light… will go out.

As I impact the sidewalk I see new cracks rush away from me.
It’s almost like the cracks are reaching out for me, to try to get me help.
It’s too late for help though, I’ve hit that sidewalk, I’ve fallen to the bottom.
So now I’ve crashed and I’m laying here, alone, on this sidewalk.

Some time passes, and I see you don’t notice, and the cracks retract.
The sidewalk begins to take me in, begins to make me a part of it.
I’m becoming bleak, gray, lifeless, and the pain begins to numb me.
The sidewalk, is the place of numbness. As a part of it, I am unable to be hurt again.

People walk over me, they trample me, and they walk past as though I don’t exist.
I am the sidewalk though, nothing can penetrate this bleak, gray, lonely stone.
I’ll never come out, without this shell, I’m broken, and I would fall apart.
So I stare as they all walk by, and I close my eyes again… and wish for an end..