Truth

A hero's tears burn
through the cold empty air
igniting blind eyes so
they see what was hidden
by walls gossamer-thin,
yet rigid even to a bull.
Now all construction ends,
and what is left
is an emptiness in time and life,
but what went remains,
not in memories but in hearts used
and abused through the day
that ends not when comes
the endless night at the end.

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