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 on the wall.