I caught a thread upon a nail, unravelling my thoughts <br />of flashing lights and siren's wail and children in their cots <br />Of such urbane banality with apathetic gaze <br />each Zombie-esque fatality adds more to the malaise. <br /> <br />' I cannot live this city life, this claustrophobic cloak, <br />The 'Gun' has now replaced the 'knife', the scum replace the common folk. <br />I cannot bear to raise a child amongst such filth and fear <br />I sense, your mother will go wild, on her return when we're not here. <br />What Promised Land awaits we two, what scant reward and praise? <br />What horrors wait for me and you, what plagues to wreck our woeful days? ' <br /> <br />I took the pillow from the bed. Approached. 'You sleep so soundly, Jack.' <br />That smile stunned, as you turned your head. <br />Disturbed, I put the pillow back.<br /><br />Dan Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departure-delayed/
