Falling Poem by Vision Ghost

A tear falls from the face, of the broken hearted
Trying to hold in the world, of another departed
The faults of which can be sought, in the mirror
So that this face represents, all that is so familiar

Never grieve for the man that fell, and so failed
Stomach won’t stop churning, rendered and flailed
Look to the new horizon, when greys clouds covet
Weak legs start to buckle, as I attempt this summit

Sore is that of my heart, so unbridled in this pain
Revealing the insanity, of my actions I do so fane
Caught in this paradox, of true but unkind realities
I see the faces of my loves that are, my casualties

Remorse is the solitary emotion, no hand in mine
Can shoulder this anguish, I dwell in this shrine
The pitiful envisage, of what I was supposed to be
A man so broken and unfelt, in a heart now free

When all familiar is now gone, and so blundered
That my world is sunken, flooded and thundered
By the silent tears of the foolish, and the invisible
That word of ration, would forever seem untenable

Soothing whispers, of a comforter is now sought
For a soul, lonely and confused without thought
Sat here alone, and every part of my world is still
What have I done, becomes chorus to make me ill

Bravery in men, that our souls be tested by destiny
That the bitterness of this place, leads me to pity
Nothing left to salvage, in the rubble of my temple
Wishing only for the easy, nothing is ever so simple

For the fallen and the disarmed, a war still goes on
A mind that cannot find the answer, to this carillon
So onwards alone, wish I could have turned to another
Knowing that in my heart, that there’s just no other