poetry

Fallen From That Place

E. R. Smith, 2018

Watching me sly from places on high was how you wooed me

So wet was I from being your idol; I idolized the feel

Encouraged by your selection of choice friends and family

In an oasis all our own, I allowed you to isolate me

Beguiled by your smile, style, and mystical ways

Making me all about you, strayed from my circle for days

A fist knocked out my haze, and eyes adjusted to the darkness

Dark, decadent, illusion became my circle, tight harness

Years later I lie awake, still planning my escape

Like a prisoner of war with no comrades; red tape

Our children grounds to stay grounded, deflated

Afraid to move forward; to rebuild a spirit incarcerated


 

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