Before the Fall

Standing red with black behind me

Dull faces broken in spirit

Feelings lead to isolation of the heart

 

Steel bushes divide my sins from theirs

Inserting distance between people

 

Unknowing hands hold my unconscious thoughts

Closing palms keep my brain from taking a breath

 

Forced notes strain my voice

And diminish clear thought

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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