Creative Writing

A Poem For 2017

Like a friend said – departure
Leaving, going, fleeing
Circling the world from city to city
Watching each place burn
From love, revolution, complacency
Fleeing the pinstriped prison
For the risk of the new
That ever glistening promise
That things will improve
Fleeing that tired old presumption that doubt has some truth
If only this, if only that,
If only I could choose
Fleeing myself, for now there is no me
Only a blurred line between who I was and who I want to be
Waiting now in the hills
For the inevitable dawn
Where celebrated, at last,
I shall make my return

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