‘Your asylum key’

From the dock two ships set sail. 
One reached port, the other trailed. 
Arriving last doesn’t mean it failed.

One thousand canons erupt in fire.
The cacophonous din raised my ire.
Disturbing peace; the ‘roar’ of liars. 

Your asylum key isn’t owned by me. 
The hedgerow maze is a sight to see. 
If you keep trying you’ll never go free.

Journey through my looking glass
Reality is on neither side you pass. 
Fantasy is a mind passage so vast.

This shadow pain rarely rides the train 
An alternate route can relax my brain 
but at no point does it erase the stain.

The real burden of your truth 
Is that it runs long in the tooth.
Just chalk it to the folly of youth.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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