quietly witness
creation anew
watch with once-anguished
eyes bear sight of
a cityscape
burned, etched, into the soul
wander along the power lines
with me, balance upon them
don't make a single mistake
(though they may be happy
and we'll laugh about them
years later when
the world has forgotten
but we remember)
i'll take you away
turn this place into a proper
getaway
fly with me,
we'll make our great escape
(you won't be lonely
when you awaken in the
morning anymore, rejoice
in the reality, son)
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
