THE GREAT ESCAPE
- 15 hours ago
- 1 min read
By Ber
I shed my skin and slip away
A secret through loose lips
Never to be caged again
Let the mourners grieve
Each reminisce the ghost
loved and hated
My laugh echoes in the hallway
It rushes out the back door
Caterwauling through the meadows
The siren song of freedom calling
My spirit pounds its feet on the ground
Snaking around the trunks of trees
Sighing into the mulch
Watched by mother moon
Howling with kindred kind
Never to be seen
by cursed human eyes again