When

I look down in hidden tears
Pain falls from this heart
A mystery not to really know
Where this life intends to try and place me
So, should I care at all
Where you so choose to follow suit
In the march behind
Whatever one chooses to call this
The taste of death
Is all that lingers upon the surface
These lips that which only express truth
Emotions resurface
Only to question their wisdom in doing so
Was it wise to bleed this way?
Do such words or emotion
Fall on deaf ears in multitudes?
Hope that only the seed remains planted
Taking root to grow up
Again in innocence

©'07 J.P.