Escape
Bruises coat your
Tongue, your fingers they
Tremble in the night’s sky. You
Press your leg toward the moon, almost as
Though she’s though your
Soul and as though she was your very best friend.
Tears, they formed a pond, the one you can
No longer make your perfect
Escape from. Your yelp has gotten to
Be overly, overtly muffled, by the
Noose that the prosperous
Peasant placed. Those yellow bricks have
Faded and blended away and into the tar colored
Pavement. Your song, had yet to be sung, to be heard by the
Ones you’ve never touched.
The whispers of the day, should
Have never once been cried.
Tongue, your fingers they
Tremble in the night’s sky. You
Press your leg toward the moon, almost as
Though she’s though your
Soul and as though she was your very best friend.
Tears, they formed a pond, the one you can
No longer make your perfect
Escape from. Your yelp has gotten to
Be overly, overtly muffled, by the
Noose that the prosperous
Peasant placed. Those yellow bricks have
Faded and blended away and into the tar colored
Pavement. Your song, had yet to be sung, to be heard by the
Ones you’ve never touched.
The whispers of the day, should
Have never once been cried.