When I hold on to Truth or Trust Or cling to Hope or Logic To set right the broken relationship With pacifications and promises For a Joint venture, called the Family, Like a Castle or a Citadel- Like a Game of building Card Palace Or a Sand Fort on the beach shore Crumbles down by ferocious waves Or by wavering unsteady Minds! 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.