Poetry - The Escape Route

The dense forest staring right at us, The concreteness leaving it brusk, Watching through the windows silently, As we go about our ways violently The only chirping heard is of horns, Overshadowing the cries of newborns, The gunshot echoes in the dingy streets, Left for dead for the scavenger's treats Our hands are all full of red, Treading along on the thin thread, Innocence lost somewhere along the way, Everyone's looking for their prey The only way to stop it all is the end, Brought upon ourselves, not godsend, Is there time to change our ways? Or is it time to count down the days?

All these faces staring into blankness, Each tells a different story of life, From the one leading into darkness, To the other in strife with his wife He's wandering away into his dreams, With eyes wide open but everything's a blur, She's staring into the blue streams, Undeterred by the million eyes on her, With each stranger only into himself, Silence takes over the entire journey, Like books lying undisturbed over the shelf, Dust takes over the lives like undergrowth ferny I lay here, carrying the weight on my shoulder, Which isn't mine to begin with, And everything around gets colder, As I close my eyes and travel into the myth