Revelations

Grey skies bloom thunderstorms

Washing away the slightest sigh

Thoughts wander

Wishes flounder

Laughter mocks the truest hour

Righteous is the hungered flower

Born to lie

Fixed

Within the habitual fields of 

Lies 

and 

complacency

none the wiser 

for all see only the illusion of

this dismal shell, that once was

but

can never Be again…

Copyright © August 29, 2011 C. S. Walls