Fugitives

Fleeing fools on the run
On the Raging Runway of life.
Frail our hope, his presence a Fleeting glimpse sowed Fears. His Feigned Friendly Facade an exercise in Futility.
Constantly Championing the Course of Calamity.
Sliding Swiftly towards the rivers of anarchy.
Our world a Boisterous Brouhaha of Bees.
Roaring Rapacious Rant, Relevance he seeks.
Slain Senile hearts Stray, Succour he Seeks.
Conscience Conscripted in Chains.
Fiery Ferocious Flames be Fanned. Fragile Faith Fades in Fantasy.
Confusion his Chronic Companion, to Cudgel or Cajole faint hearts. Culpable Courage, on the Cusp of Conviction.
Heart hangs in Hades.
Puerile Peace in Peril, Pangs of anger be pacified.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: conscience,life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem mirrors life and it's complexities. We are all fugitives. Running away from one thing or the other.
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