When truth has failed,
your faith has sundered
You lift your gaze,
the question wondered
The bough has broke
The veil was felled,
You wish them all
A fare-thee-well.
broken
discarded
a spirit unguarded
has fractured
and fallen.
And when a voice calls, it
tumbles
too quiet
for anger that railed
and sadness that plundered --
Too late
Too little
The cracking has riddled
the self to the core
And no more