Beyond the walls made of glass
a storefront or something less
electronic screens that convey
the same embellished to dismay
more than curves underneath
explicit by only gravity
the accents are instead placed
on the gestures of pure grace
promises speak to comfort's aim
more than how they hang to frame
wearing clothes of destiny
established outside normality
whispers from identity
only heard when none may speak
distorted by the phobias
that rattle round within the self
these are the doubts that persist
from the realms of darkest past
stating jeers of the crowd
a poison that shan't be held
put aside at long last
when sanity must be found
breaking through the glass walls
to finally wear a soul's regard.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190415.
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