27.03.13

Under this waterfall we may drown.
Words as drops,
thoughts as words fall.
And if we're alive at all,
we should feel each drop,
as a punch to knock us out.
Heavy lies the burden of knowledge,
crushing shoulders, bareing down,
only to be exceeded by doubt.
Strangling innocent souls,
the stinging burn 'round necks, 
previously unmarred and clean.
The flight of the frail heart,
free of it's cage, the ribcage.
It tears itself free in pain,
leaving us numb, emotionless and bare.
People walking, gaping holes to see,
with sight unbroken, we notice nothing.
Bandaged up from head to toe,
will it serve to keep the blood in?
Frozen, bitter, famished souls,
look what we to ourselves have done..
If only giving fragments at a time,
we could one day hope to get it back..
Our esteem, dignity and hope.