Social Disability
Cracked and scarred
from many years of depravity,
existing only through
the skill it is made of.
Crevices guard
roots of weeds
as they push and squeeze
their way through.
A jungle of undergrowth
stretched across society,
entangling us
in its vastness,
hiding a beauty
that could exist
if we pruned it
occasionally.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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