Fear: A dystopian poem

We have lived
As if the our clear bubble
Is not a hair thin fragile orb
That protects us but
A steel cage that blocks
All horrors from truly affecting us,
Divided by two oceans
Fear, Run me
Hide me
With cold blue hands
Twisting my white Soul
And tearing my Compassion.
Hiding behind
It's Black cloak
Burn fiery Human Existence
Appearing like
Impossible to abandon





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