Precious Loss

Perfect words can only say so much,
ripple effect in a placid thought.
Rest for weary feelings, there is no such.
No understanding, only chaos it brought.

Your well articulated reflections do not hide
something primal and cruel within.
Made up in flashy lies to cover up inside.
We will never know what's behind the grin.

Knock them around you spoiled angry child,
they mean nothing to as you grab and toss.
They are just broken toys that you defiled,
your meaningless gain of their priceless loss.