The Fall


For every fleck of light

There are sheets of woven dark

There is fire and smoke and the damage

All from a piercing rogue spark

For every smile and un heard laugh

There are tears cried and a heart slayed

A want so deep it borders madness

A crushing denial and deafening silence

And left in the hands of the broken

It paves a road of sadness

Better to sometimes keep quiet

Than to speak and loose it all

To snatch the thorny crown of being right

The suffer in silence from the fall

.....lisa c

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