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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