GREAT ESCAP[EA Poem by VolArrhythmia has rolled down and settled on our last days, so for all the beginnings, there are no means, and the ends fade like freedom into the shadow of distant trees.
Our garish laughter, tainted by neon, paints a clown face to hide our terror.
Mirth rings hollow Down the hallways and mingles with electronic games played by myopic children whose destruction is reflected in their fat faces.
At home, I read a book about events that did not happen to people who never lived in a place I’d like to be.
Think about the wind in my hair and the road under my feet Pinch my wife as she passes… She says: “You better watch it.” So that’s what I do. © 2023 VolFeatured Review
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