by Shelly Estill

Created on: September 28, 2009   Last Updated: October 04, 2009

Chasms separate identity from truth.
Reality becoming biased objection.
Falseness of being. Distortion of life.
Circumstance seen through jaded eye.

Trueness perceived through corrupt emotion.
Boundaries crossed by calloused hands.
Toxic words spill from poisoned tongues.
Edifices ended as destruction begins.

Mightier walls are built by minds than men,
Sealing us in within ourselves,
Creating our own hell within this false safety.
Insulating us from truth and bliss.

It's hard to hear through stone and mortar
What happens around us as we cocoon.
Conjecturing alone with our separated selves
We create a truth not at all true.

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