The Escape

The air at night,

Particulate ecstasy,

Drifts through

Unknowing passerby

In flurries caressing

Internal warfare,

Mental anguish,

Insecurities galore.

It hides us all.


We are equals.

When our Sun

Steals away

Our neighbor’s

Dusky estate

We sit under

The silver moon

We dream of infinity,

Of peace, divinity.

For soon we fall;

As the Sun will

Once again


Beat its piercing rays

On our derelict town.

Displaying for all

Our burial sites

As we wait,

For twilight’s kiss

Six feet underground.

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