Leonell EchaJune 29, 20211min7590

How we (poets) escape

If I am in chains
Feeling sad, bad, feeling the pain,
Wrecked. Broken. Confused.

If I am in jail
For spitting on the face of life
If I’d not be bailed

I would write a poem
A poem to death. I would write to
The ghosts of poets

I will call on them
To make my every word away
So I’d flee from bars


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