Poem: Chased Down

 

Chased Down

 

haunted and disturbed,

we sped exposed,

tearful sins pleating our disguises.

 

our running fingers 

fled so fast to jolt swift pens,  

fear itself the ink,

vanity never so attacked

by a prose so implacable

to so many liars.

 

new wounds wailed

wherever we opened our mouths:

what are angels! we proclaimed--

invincible slaves, answered the hatred 

kenneled in our craven hearts.

when the rain fell,

stark as nude penitence,

we drove each other 

to stampede on multiple leashes,

chased close by such awful clarity,

through the rank filth of our own decay.

 

most of us 

fell off cliffs of our own making.

and yet for a brave few, now traitors,

the sky opened in our hearts.

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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...