No escape~~

 

No escape

From the

Show of shows~

Of which we are

Characters not

Recognizing the

Staging~

A gift of emptiness

Which is not a gift

May be waiting

In the wings~

Yet no escape~~

As you are stuck in your poor body and in your poor life and it’s all slowly dissolving, dissolving into nothing. like all the other bodies, like all the other lives, we all are being counted out, taken down by disease by just being rubbed up against the hard days, the harder years. there’s no escaping this, we just have to take it, accept it or like most not think about it at all.

~ Charles Bukowski