Distance or height, doesn't matter. In both the cases if any is too far, Things fall apart; slowly but deeply. The difference is, one might make sound but other will not, hit the ground. For one, things fall apart and leave a stain. For the other, all that's left is, pain. Yet, things fall apart; slowly but deeply. One might break things into pieces. While in case of the other, heart seizes. Cause things fall apart; slowly but deeply. The day is cloudy And I am a bit moody Things fall apart As my mood plays its part. Have things fallen apart for you where you struggled to make sense of the whole, but found yourself going down a hole instead? The title of your poem today is the title of Chinua Achebe's 1958 novel Things Fall Apart. This title in turn is borrowed from W.B. Yeats's poem The Second Coming.