Truth

Sun, 02/22/2015 - 07:41 -- Ashiya

Good and Evil.

Black and White.

The Liars

and

The Honest.

Lines are drawn in the dust.

Simplicity.

 

Catagories,

Gray,

Humanity.

Rows of stitches.

Burn them down.

 

Where are the boundaries?

Are there any?

Reaching out

to grasp the truth.

May we never catch it.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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