Changed my mind…took the bus…
Changed to subway…escaping the rush…
Only three days in this lonely city…Only to find my self in pity…
I had to make three steps…To avoid the strange webs…
Saw the bag…now back in my mind…sagged…
And the dance I do every day…in the Sun’s ray…
Only three hours to the end…Only to find no one is a friend…
Sometimes I close my eyes…to escape all these lies…
I try to stay awake…I rest not in this bloody lake…
Watching every face to see the truth…forgetting my own youth…
I know the danger is in every thought…Never and not what I brought…
So we can crash and burn…Or we can recapitulate and learn…
Saw the package…pale brown like forgotten old age…
Women with children in their hands… caricature’s starring at their funny lands…Screens in their hands…
Three steps from hell…I heard the subtle bell…Did not feel all that well…
Three steps from the staircase….three steps above the burning rage…
Changed my mind…took whatever I could find…
Changed to be Samaritan…Escaping the raging land…with the hazard in my hand…
Only three steps below…I grabbed high and low…
Only three steps beneath, I read…To many already dead…
Three steps from me…Death made it’s harvest…I see no one is ever free…
The bundle of people I saw…like Jam in a jar…
Three steps under my feet…I saw the deletion…
The end is never full of beauty…Only three steps from being filthy…
An interesting, introspective, and challenging poem.
An evocative and immersive work.The narrative is indelibly infused with visceral and dystopian qualities.