mental images linger
floating uniformly
behind the eyes as if
seeking asylum from
the mind whose failure
to recognize depression
is the sole reason my
thoughts are still alive;
jibbering away... a lunatic
on the run, favored not to
place or show... reminding
us all that time spent is
time served and time served
is not always blessed by
those who put us there...
wind felled trees laugh at
their captors, knowing the
secrets to blow them away;
miles of the sky I have been
through on my travels and
no where am I invited to stay
like I am here... wondering
if its good fortune or just a
working man's form of escape.
April 30, 2023
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