Escape

Out here on my own, alone.
Down from twisted stance.
No more bars surround my path;
No more bruises from the wrath.
My skies are split wide open;
Erase my mem’ry fast.
This is new innocence.
This is my present tense.
Abscond from the past.

This dark corridor of glee
Seems to welcome me
For a solitary night;
A chance to reason
All the pains
That haunt me when
There was no treason
To a promise made.

Into the vein of the city,
Into the blood of the river,
Many possibilities,
Perhaps too many,
Circle high
Above the flooded street.
Secrets kept in secret,
Soon float in the open air
Of passionate swells
And capturing hells.
Escape to the city again.

-- JML, 2003