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