Fallen down is a chronicle of memories and a sense of loss I sometimes associate with growing up. I think we all have those lingering thoughts of relatives who passed away and a sense of home and belonging we took for granted as children.
Fallen down
I can't find that place I knew
Where the faces all look the
Same
I can't find it cos there's
No one waiting there
My grandfather's old rocking chair
Still grinds back and forth without
Him-
Only the wind resting against
It's back and my uncles they've
Been gone for many years now
But their voices still echo down
The corridors resurrecting the
Ghosts of charcoaled meat and
Laughter
My cousin's laughter before
He wrapped his car around a
Traffic light
Damn why do those thoughts
Choose to call upon this boy
Tonight?
They tug upon my heart strings
Reminding me that I haven't been
At home in eight long years
I can't find my way back there
Where we were family,
When things were great
I can't find it cos there's no one
There who's waiting-
So I wander on alone
In search of a place that
Is not there
Full of specters I will
Always love in a home
That's long since fallen down.
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