After the wall collapsed, crumbled and disintegrated

It only takes a split second, a moment, to rebuild

When it is discovered

That everything was a lie

That there was an extravagant masquerade

That each evening was filled with deception

When deceit was revealed

And dishonesty was brought forth

When it is brought to attention

That there was betrayal

It is then

When everything in the world ends

And only microscopic dust of bones and flesh

Drift on the next outward wind

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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