shard

please believe what i say is true,
hope can wait with only hope at hand
and survey a subtle glance at the mockery of you
words with meaning lost
hidden in countless bleeding shades of grey

but opportunity rises
that flying clay pigeon of laughter
piercing the mournings of a burial site
the terrible tragedy when it's wrong to be right
and solitude seems so close in a crowded room
but silence never comes to those all alone

now trapped in mental cages
a shredded speck of life
what life without failure ever learns to fly?
know that mountains aren't mountains
without the depths below
yet mountains cannot boast
from where they did once grow.