Way of Life

Of a souls none are whole, all have holes. Memories untold, lives unheard, Pains undiscovered, and sorrowful tolls. Hidden and veiled, they persevere their closed hearts We close the lid, fill it up each day until the glass cracks and our souls leak out. Patched up fast, and we hide the cracks till we break again. Endless cycle, permanently broken, and temporarily repaired. Examples for history that no one learns. Entrusted to the special, only to be betrayed and judged . Maybe why no one trusts anymore. The world fears each other's judgement. Brother turns on brother, friend on friend. Why must we judge what we don't understand? We tear ourselves and everyone else around use apart. To hate is to love, to love is to hate. One cannot exist without the other. A way of life we have created with fear of what we don't know.