Truth

Do spy around, to all your blind eye can see. I too see what is unspoken today. For in your path, what remains, lies broken. The dust settles. Times past, perhaps, I could imagine life most different.. And now, I am left to own what is certain to remain. Your truth; your truth is the truth for us all. Broken and tired you are. I am certain. I too grow weary. Once, my tears fell just for you. Now knowing; your heart is heartless. So cold. You destroy with no thought . As paths cross with yours, some poor soul will fall victim. Your presence is known; for nothing remains. Without regret, you look back as you move on. Remorse? You have none; That of which I am in fear of the most.