Escape

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This roof compresses my pain
Too tight knotted freedom binds
The sitting ghost composes wishes
Shuts the door heavy everywhere
The anguish I cannot contain
Swims in a liquid sky
Escaping through windows
The burning meteor glass
Shatters in rising suns
What sorrow has come again
Having never dispersed
The war twists dancing
On one leg stork stepping
Is joy an illusion of the insane
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Bear…07.30.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016

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6 comments on “Escape

  1. DJ says:

    That last line is just killer. Love it.

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  2. Ouch!
    A lot of suffering in this poem, Bear.
    Love the last line–yeah, perhaps one does have to be deluded to experience joy.
    Then again, what else makes life worth living?

    Hi. 🙂

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  3. Ya know, Bear, you may be right, joy can be an illusion of the insane, but then a little insanity dwells in us all, I think. 🙂 ❤

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