Frozen hearts and
Melted wounds.
Fire burning within self.
Dark shadows looming underneath
The covers of truth.
Happy voices stuttering
When they see the gross reality,
Cries of help, all around us.
Tied around with the rope of lies,
Unable to move.
Benign winds causing eyes to shut
Madness and chaos,
Leaving us searching for the truth.
The truth, still laying far down below;
Is too huge, for us to leave free.
The Divergent Poet 