Pass the Escape Ropes

Eyes look on with pain,
Shame, begging for others.
Over the top of a journal

brief meeting, lost in
cold blood, nerves shy
like the rains on a hill.

Silence rings and rounds
the corner, out of sight.
Sorrow yearns for more.

Words fall flat on
empty page, touched
by gentle, cold winds.

Grey sails pass by,
Painting in venom on
faces as they hide.

pass the escape ropes

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