Escape Routes

[ShadowsCool]

Born under the accursed moon

Wispy night clouds cross the convoluted sky
Mimicking the fallacy that lies beneath.
People trying to make do
As empty lives become desperate
And shattered.

The drug infested veins run the escape routes of life
Turning creations into psychopathic dead-ends.
Now only the circus clowns laugh at your feet on junky row
With track marks in your arms,
Your eyes swollen in the sky
Looking into the dark world of mire.

And on this howling night
With the wolf in your eyes
Your far from home,
Ready to meet wispy dark clouds.

[BookBeauty]

A dark poem, and one where words play along each other exquisitely. The first stanza is quite picturesque. =)

[ShadowsCool]

A dark poem, and one where words play along each other exquisitely. The first stanza is quite picturesque. =)

Thanks for your comments BookBeauty