when we're afraid
we want to drown out the fear
and so we hide away
in undecorated and bare rooms
where once opulent tapestries
hung like mythical creatures
and ornate details
gathered at either end
reveal gilded highlights
of an otherwise hazy dream
brought into sharp focus
in gorgeous deep teal blue
we all wear masks
false faces beautifully illustrated
by dark muted colours
that conceal our true feelings
whilst over-enthusiastic apologies
try to put right our past
in an almost-effortless way
the significance of which
can only be determined
by hidden personalities
as meaningless
as they are obscured
there's a fire inside all of us
I can hear it breathe
the unmistakable sound
of glistening droplets
clinging on in distorted desperation
like captured steam
as separate as it is together
and all that remains
are memories of love
and a heart that has been punctured
by a thousand tiny pins
washed away by the pouring rain