Daylight Freedom Quest

I slide and heave with brittle bones along this pitch black tunnel , twisting, rolling, writhing in a sea of tar. Vapors hot and sticky taunt my nose, as thoughts of orange-red sunsets, coral pink lagoons, dream scene blue moon shadow are my visual anchor, catalyst to daylight freedom quest. Here I am scrawny innocent, squeezed like toothpaste from a tube into a world of grime and dust, dull humour, pulsing urban metros going nowhere. Big Brother cameras snoop on sight, private eye, prying eye, CCTV cadre choker. Wolves in human form that tell us all to fly a kite. Urban jungle watchtowers, venal dormant czars who censor skylines, giant concrete slabs that scar the heavens. While I vet horizons new, has this gumption-driven fugitive swopped one form of jailer for another Posted : 6th March 2022