We Fall

We fall. 

We fall to the fake.

What brings us pleasure now, 

but you will forsake 

what is truly pleasurable. 

We fall. 

We fall to the sins. 

We see our immediate desire, 

but this is where the problem beings

to lead to sadness.  

We lose. 

We lose what is real.

Reviews

[The Representative]

After a few reads, I think I understand what you're getting at.

[Alicia Huntley]

So you did not find the poem clear enough?

[The Representative]

In general, I did - it is certainly our nature to overlook the long-term, to only see and consider as far as a present moment.

I said this to another writer, who post for this site - I don't at all think it's important that a reader "understands" a writers work, at least not so much; that the reader finds that writers choice of language enjoyable, and recognises whatever beauty there is about it is what I think important.

You write beautiful poems.


I've now posted some of my own work Alicia; the opening pages, of the book I'm hoping to have published, The Representative - have a read, and see what you think. (it's different!)

[Lexi Richard]

Very relatable and well written, I enjoyed this a lot!

[Alicia Huntley]

Thank you!