Falling

Trash.
Dependable.
Used.

A lone girl sitting in the park.
No smile.
No tears.
Just an empty mask of what used to be.

A lone boy sitting on his bed.
No smirk.
No frown.
Just an empty mask of what used to be.

A lone mother sitting at her kid's bedpost.
No laughter.
No sighs.
Just an empty mask of what used to be.

A lone father sitting in his office.
No jokes.
No reprimands.
Just an empty mask of what used to be.

Four people.
One breakpoint.

They have flown high.
High and mighty.
Thought that the others,
Were there to help them.
Instead they were there,
only to watch them fall.

Crashing to the ground.
Wings broken.
Having played their part.
Caught watching everyone else fly.
Being nothing but mere empty shells,
of who they used to be.

They are nothing but trash.
Dependable and used.
Tricked and nonsensical.
But the fact is that they,
are not alone at all.

We will all fall at some point.
Sooner or later.
I fell sooner, watching those whom fly.
Smiling 'cause I know that they will fall.
Laughing at their foolishness.

There one more went down.

A little girl hugging her teddy bear.
No childish laughter.
No hysterical outbreaks.
Just an empty mask of a child's innocence.

Will this child think that flying,
was worth it.
Would she take the offer once again.

Come join us, all of you Fallen.
Come laugh with me about this stupidity.

Falling might not be the worst thing.
You'll learn to expect thee right things.
You'll expect people to hurt you.
'cause in the end nobody will keep you from falling.

(C) Camilla Hansen