Clouds poetry

Don't know

A Cold War but the ice is melting
We read and yet some still don't understand
We hear but are we though listening
Deaf to our own language that crawls out to us
Pretend to be blind walking on bodies on top
Of bodies,
Life is like an envelope folding and unfolding
Sometimes unexpected
Unaware a foot slipped no broken bones
Death loss this time or didn't try harder
How strong are you human yes you
Emotionally she doesn't thinks she really is
She/the girl/the boy/that woman/that man
That person when they say
words does not hurt
Do they speak for all? Or
Them selves,
I would not say world
But I'd say when individuals/humans
Can be monsters stepping on necks
Of their own kind because anyone
Maybe, maybe not but yes with a nod
Can be come a monster because they
Are not only born they are made as well?

-ashes poetry