The Cover Up


Falling down
Rolling on a hill
And then finally touching 
The hands of a soul
So broken
So cold
And they won’t cease
They keep falling down
Continuously
Creating a stain
Of Emotion it reeks 
Surrounded by no one
But pain and grief
Wondering what there is to do
When consumed with guilt
And afraid to face the truth
As these tears roll down my cheeks
They fall in my hand
And they just won’t cease