Foundations, Decay and Sorrow

Fault lines are where things moves

and break.

There are are secrets 

where they lie.

Abridged timelines-cloaks

of pride

of....uncertainty?

A possible plausible denial.

But these weapons

they wound us both.

Sharpened by regret

Tempered by some...

deeper understanding?

 

The most wicked blade 

is never hidden.

It's the one we refuse

to look at.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Words are truth. 

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