Irony of the Fallen
"Irony of the Fallen"
What good is a sight
To soothe sore eyes,
When no one's there to see?
Something thoughtful,
Helpful to say,
And not a soul listening to please.
Good advice too late to be taken;
Not taken into account.
Stars in numbers that inspire,
But too many to try and count.
The helping hand of a leper.
An anchor drags down it's ship.
A leap of faith as gravity returns.
An epiphany in the midst of a death trip.
A mute hero when a word could be savior.
Homicidal rage with too many spoons.
A feared risk taken, just to die in the try.
A dying soul's calls mistaken for happy croons.
Sweet irony
Why our lives' do you seek?
The good that's ours is too often taken
By your grasping hands to keep.
Sweet, sweet irony
Hearts you break in two.
Then you turn around and make them laugh.
What are we to do with you?
The sweet, bittersweet irony
Yes, the irony of the fallen.
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