Poem: Chased Down

 

Chased Down

 

haunted and disturbed,

we fled exposed,

sins pleating our disguises.

 

our running fingers 

sped so fast to jolt swift pens,  

fear itself the ink,

vanity never so attacked

by a truth so implacable

to so many liars.

 

new wounds wailed

wherever we opened our mouths.

what are angels! we proclaimed,

but invincible slaves,

such the kenneled hatred 

in our craven hearts.

when rain fell,

nude and stark as penitence,

we drove each other, 

stampeded on multiple leashes,

chased close by such an awful clarity.

most of us 

fell off a cliff of our own making.

and yet for a few brave souls the sky opened, 

no longer traitors.

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4/17/25 ... eh... 

6/27/24 ... better .. I hope... 

12/1/23 ... major changes ... such a crappy poem, hope it's better now... doubtful

7/17/22 .. "hearts" replaces "masks" ... changes to the "inferiority" phase...