A poem.

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whisk me away.
strip me
blind me
bind me down
fill my cold heart with sound.
a future promised is warmth abound.

string me up and wash me.
let the water caress me
kicking and screaming
teething
fear of awesome believing.
im still in this pram,
this darkened cab.
the van parks out back.

the gates shut.
the silence is broken with a heavy thud.
key in the door,
my hands are clammy as im thrown to the floor.
the bag is removed.
she towers fast and loose.
in her face i see sincerity
as the shutters open all around me.

its what id waited for
from rich to poor
child to man
this is my vision whether i want it or not.
a better life awaits before deaths reach.
one for another
though my knees are sore,
i grovel at a chance to be dragged through that door.

//jf 10.26.2019

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