Day: Aug 21, 2021

After decades of outgrowing the good-for-nothing small-town tropes,

I close my lids some nights, asking the darkness – why do I still cope?

Not that I demanded it, no, not that I begged them to give me a rope.

But holding onto my road helps when I start losing the gilded hope.

It is funny, a thought can fly faster than a silver bullet through the sky.

I never requested a single favor, and nobody ever asked me “why”.

Now the mud is seeping through the cracks, it is muffling my cries,

And once again I find myself back in my hometown,

Feeling like a trapped butterfly.

-JW