Escape

Escape,
into space.
Cloth without closeness.
Violet lace,
the tasteless thin drink of remoteness.

Tiger, tiger,
catch my eye.
Frozen in your lullaby.
The glass tear of the dead goodbye.
The lost,
in the cage.
Pacified rage.
The candle out,
cold and kind.
The island in the lake.
The dreams,
the sad dreams of escape.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.