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.

Momentarily;

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

Indiscriminately

Beat its piercing rays

On our derelict town.

Displaying for all

Our burial sites

As we wait,

For twilight’s kiss

Six feet underground.