scapegoat
poetry

scapegoat

vices fade in the rear – view .
old habits never left behind .
fingers never point / d
to a scapegoat .
these are my fucK ups .
oops .
you have never wander / d
the treacherous terrain
i call home – sweet – home .
shoes worn thin , friction .
w / o laces .
holed sole n a blanK void .
logo lost , fell from heel
while dragging feet through hell .
swallow / d laKe of fire , ash .
cough / d up blood until conscious
on the shores of redemption .
breathing , barely .
alive , though .
as a child , lucidly danced ‘ round fires
at the mouth of moloch n survived .
witness / d death n it looK / d comforting .
peaceful n less bothersome .
pavement spread wide n straight .
car wanders freely , alongside thoughts .
noise muted in the middle of nothing .
the open road is where i reflect .
a . m . radio replaced w / static , dead air .
abandon / d distractions disappear
if you have driven fast n far enough .
in the middle – of – nowhere
appears a silhouette .
can ‘ t see yourself , but
you Know that the rumors are true .

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