The Outside

I hear the outside,
differently, randomly, desperately.

It is dark and bright.
There are extremes and opposites.

The world is round and huge.
The heart is vulnerable and weak.

People have their freedom.
They cross each other’s boundaries.

We commit mistakes outside.
Our sins are too real.

The present is where we are.
The past is our history.

Somewhere not inside
is a place of pure humanity.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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