Barbed Wires

Standing alongside I see

enclosing all spaces in between

left, right, looking up, and down

Sharp objects scattered everywhere

to cut, cut! to grip, grip!

there are stones, stones not even

Spaces divided — are they different?

No one is here and yet everyone is

the left, they laugh as the other cries

the right reach out, as the other held knives

Such power is outside

but here is outside.

wires, these wires are calling

Not everyone can hear.

Walk. To walk with trace dripping

Blood, is it blood?

If such is, then why did pain fly away?

Numb am I? Should I not be?

How?

Caged, I whispered.

Both laughed.

Bowed my head.

Words, such respect

it is not for me.