The effect of calamitous events

Walking down the hallway
feeling so upbeat
knife in back not realized yet
nor is self defeat

15 months now gone
not a single trace
wings now snapped and broken
falling if only to save face

dead of heart and dead of mind
the fruit of my soul now merely a rind
i think that no amount of amity
could reverse such a calamity

but alas the world is righteous
and a soul need not go on forever in pain
one can always turn from the light
and hide their teardrops in the darkness of the rain.