Falling

Emotion,
Fickle and tiresome,
Locked somewhere intangible, but ever present.
Faces convulse in pseudo thought,
Shiny specimen of Human Love,
Love cradled,
Shrouded,
Hidden from greed, and hands,
Hidden from sight,
And the inevitable.

Inevitable is the sound of screeching tires,
On damp roads,
With dirty rain,
Inevitable is imperfection,
Imperfection in life,
And in love,
And in apathy.
Imperfection is in the eyes
Of precocious children
Who use dim words,
But know their meanings.

And as ears fill with ringings,
Love loses Hope,
Faith loses consciousness,
We all.
Fall.
Down