Before Poem by Steve Wheeler

Before



Before they got
Their hands on me
I was unconditioned,
Roaming free
Before they taught me
Who to be
I was unexplored,
A mystery

I was virgin snow,
Unmarked, untrod
A pristine soul
With feet gunshot
Before they marred
My mind with rules
Like all those other
Feckless fools

© Steve Wheeler 2021

Thursday, February 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Rules
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This poem was taken from the collection Small Lights Burning by Steve Wheeler
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