In Hiding Poem by Sebastian Soberania

IT is not only in place out of reach
like an island far away from the city
or a pathless mountain
where we hide
it will be too obvious
everyday we hide from people
that we talk to
through words properly chosen
gestures restrained
smiles feigned
softened hands that pretends
the nurture of touch
because we are caged
and there is no key to our freedom
it is in all these that slowly we
diminish our true humanity
if only to keep the peace
save the desire harmony
of one sacrificed storm to another
until the next rage erupts and
there you die and
constantly they can not
figure why.