He Fell

Two hours to tell

A silence befell them to manifest their fears

It's never easy

Secreting the story from the sensation

A capitulation of fact and fiction

Ensconced in hyperbolic diction

I'm navigating the seas when they meet

trying to find the edges when they are hewn so tightly

I wish to pick at the edges

Until the unraveling unleashes a deluge

Of banal bodings

Clumsy caricatures constantly communicating what simples words would drift past the ears

Lost to the lonely waves of misunderstanding

Set sail, I suppose

He Fell, I surmise

Do tell

Truth and honesty have become lost sailors of obscurity