Friday, June 17, 2011

Perfectly Disjointed

Faces on the photograph are strange.
All are smiling in the endless sunshine,
No sense of future sorrows.
Perfectly together they're all joined,
All for one and one for all's their motto.
They're dreaming of tomorrows.

That was then, but this is now, it seems.
Grain by grain the time has passed us slowly
And slowly we were struck blind.
Thought by thought and word by word we changed.
Hostile words slew gentle words and acts soon followed.
Caught unaware, our progress declined.

Division multiplies and adds more strife
'Til I'm torn and feel like I am empty--
Nothing but a hollow frame.
As I look and see what we've become,
A tear creeps out my eye as I wonder
If things will ever be the same.

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