Unfortunate Lives

In a state of comatose.

Benign facts struggle to the surface.
Deflected off weak minds.
Ready to move on in ignorance.

Stricken is a face in the mirror.
Lost as to human nature.
Coming to grips with mortality.
Broken is their every gesture.

Trampled are the feelings of those.
Less fortunate hyper beings.
No wonder thoughts go undetected.
High tech sonars having glitched.

Boasting of lighter days.
When parks were full and green.
When children ran and played.
The only sound now is silence.

Smiles are permanently fixed in place.
Never to catch a inner glimpse.
What's left to salvage.
When there isn't a heart left in sight.

Tea parties and pretty gowns.
All a mesmerizing facade.
Masquerades and ball room dancing.
No toes to be trampled on.

Peace is their motto.
Everlasting, blissful peace.
How easy is one to be fooled?
Having been fooled by the foolish.

A prism of light reflects dimly.
Bouncing off an unfortunate face.
Chains are slowly breaking.
The ice is finally melting.

We are the fortunate ones.
Being chosen by our chooser.
Saved by our champion.
Living now in true peace.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©