Feral
Isn't it rather strange
the way we portray?
acting our parts in a way
so the neighbors won't suspect ?
This man next door
shirtless, bronze, sun kissed skin
stacking cords of wood
axe in hand
maybe attack another tomorrow
so unsure of true intentions
unveiled secrets behind stony eyes
Brothers and sisters
cast from the same womb
expelled from a bleeding wound
after a designated amount of time
greeting eternity all too soon
It is so easy to label everything
but not every object
may subject to blatant objectification
never opening ones mouth
leads to greater truths falling south
These frightening masks
that society deems,
one size never fits all
nothing will quell
these feral dreams
mathiasthom
written 9/9/09
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