You tried hard I tried hard Ego reign supreme Things fell apart You were contrite I was sorry Ego rued too Things got going 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.
