First Sight, Last Sight

First Sight

Boundaries between,

Walls knocked down

Skies are cleared,

King finds his crown.

Smiles all the same

But one in particular;


Butterflies in the brain

Thoughts in the stomach

Think of what could...

But think too deep.


Last Sight

Boundaries built.

A wall between

Cross the line,

Drown in the stream.

Too much, too little, it's hard to tell-

But every tear represents the


One sided or two;

Ill or innocent

Think of if only...

But think too shallow.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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