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.
rain fell
nude and stark as penitence,
and we drove each other
to stampede on multiple leashes,
chased close by the awful clarity.
most of us then
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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8/4/25 ... eds
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...
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