It all rushes

As do waves to a shore

It lingers

As does a lover to her partner

It builds up

As done by carpenter

 

If an explosion happens and no one is around to hear it did it happen at all

 

The waves of the blast are absorbed by a protective shell

The shell that keeps all else out

The shell everyone mistakes for strength 

When it is mearly an illusion to keep up a false identity

 

The waves are heard not but once

The force deteriorating the subject from inside out

Strength is but a weakness 

Height is but a flaw

Happiness is but an illusion

Kindness is but worthless

All we strive believe and create is but a lie

 

If a person breaks down and no one is there to see did it even happen

Does it even matter.