Eroding Soldiers

Glassed inbetween two mirrors that stare shame inside,

Worlds are closing black that shuns any air fading in.

Red defines beauty and guilt inside one's rusted garden.

Flowers wither away among the windless souls

Gathering at the edges of the mind.

Century to past and changes remain interlocked

At the surface's core

Where channels of water flush out all insults labled on one other.

Too advanced on dreaming

Of a ghosting time laying the rule in hands of women,

Innocence and dresses is the brand they carried all day.

Always, men trace to burn their strength to ash on their face.

That is why they wear powders and glues to hide men's pity

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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