The Rift
Cemented, plastered and proud - The wall shines above all. No failures, no doubts; It's a marvel standing tall. Neither fire, wind nor rain - Can quake or scrape, This mighty wall, trained To withstand all shapes. Yet it is not the outside, But the inside that strides; When hell passes beside, The best too fall to their surprise. And now there's a crack - Crude, expected and neglected It grows a track, Where nature stands corrected. Pride, anguish and defeat - Unacknowledged, it fleets In the soul, every crevice and creek, Emotions to a masquerade retreat. The fire, wind and rain - Laugh at this countenance, For the rift is back again Life following its trend! And so clear is the rift, Yet attended by none; Apart the continents drift, Powerless, I stand stunned; Fear, pain on the air streaming, For something to be made, something must fall; And I can feel the wind coming, Through the rift