The Escape Artist

Found a picture from last year that I thought fit this piece. – HG

Hokus Grey

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We created all of this.

We thought our needs

had called for it.

Convinced ourselves to eat the lie

and drink the tears of suicides.

The look in our hollow eyes,

like stickmen stuck

in better times.

We thought we won,

but then we died,

with voices raised up to the sky.

 

I woke from dreams

I thought were mine,

afraid I might have lit the fire

that burned the world clean of desire,

now black and grey

my memory’s pyre.

 

I climbed up high,

stretched out my arms

and begged God to

erase the scars

of life that I had lived to die.

I reached my hands

up to the sky.

To catch the clouds,

to save my soul;

I stepped off into the unknown.

 

We created all of this.

We dreamed for it to exist.

We didn’t know

and didn’t care,

we tied the rope

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