A Narrow Escape

We have crossed over the bridge, looking back from where we begin; we have crossed over the bridge and have paid dearly for our sins. The sins of lust burn with shame as we try to wrap up this promiscuous game; the days get longer, the night gets shorter and another month jumps onto the fleet. The devil is strumming his guitar in the back while the ancient alter is spewing out poisonous gas. The scene looks magnificent from afar but danger is looming in the sky waiting for the clouds to roll by. We have been there for a long time, counting down the days when the wind would blow in our way. The streets are littered with matter and the crows are hanging over the gutter, the grasshopper is jumping about in the bed and volcano erupts exposing the dead. Thousands of them lined up in the streets, with long guns stretched across their back marching together in a unified manner while the general refused to give up power. Several ultimatums were given to him but his eyes did not blink and so he held his grounds on a burning throne. The heat was so hot; he had to exchange his military clothes for a silk gown and a gymnastic pose. We continued our journey across the bridge with a flip-flop on our feet and tee-shirt and jeans to cover our body that were exposed to the burning heat. Down in the village it was overcast but we continue to press before it gets dark, we had no money or food to eat, we had to beg as we progressed along the street; some people had compassion on us but most of the time we ran out of luck. As the night bears down on us, we found someone that we could trust. She opened her hearts and took us in and gave us a nice shower, a healthy dinner and sends us on our way the next day. We got some change to ride the bus and we got to our destination without a fuss and so we had to part ways when we reached the city center. I walked through the gate and for the first time I felt detached from someone that was holding on to my frock and bad mouthing me behind my back. Now I have the space to breathe fresh air and connect to my heart that is so dear; I can still hear your voice mumbling on the air and I want to listen to what you have to share. I can feel your presence far and near. This was a narrow escape.