Keep your cold unfettered tears,
Let this moment drag like years.
Do that and then I'm sure you'll know,
That deep in gray the pain will grow.
One day a hero might lift your chin,
And claim he'll save you of your sin.
Though even liars can heroes make,
Buy the promise not the cape.
Or live forever in a frame,
A silver plaque will hold your name.
Sorry, but nowhere in the world you'll find,
Is a middle ground that's ever kind.
Your lines define a black silk rose,
Where writers dream to find their prose.
Words may draw a thousand frowns,
Deep in yours the author drowns.
