SET UP

Staged to look like a murder,

We run towards the sun,

The worlds gaze turns westwards,

Joining us our escape run.

Bang…….. bang………… Bang….

Silence falls onto autumn clearing,

leaves falling from where they hang,

Lone buck falling.

Survival met for another night,

Still on the run,

Mending myself from a fight,

Drinking a fifth of rum.

Snow drifts through the sky,

Bitter cold bites,

Wondering when the next time is I can get high,

Watching cold clouds drift like kites.

Oh, when will this end,

My legs feel like iron,

Won’t bend,

Oh, sweet irony.

Inocent as an autumn khichdee,

Please, find it in your heart,

To free me,

From your guilty resort.

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