Passengers

 

Passengers

all along.

Never even

reaching for

the wheel.

The subtle

nod to our

aggressors,

signals our

acquiescence

to their will.

 

Passive,

in a faulty

vision.

Soul derided

for a moment.

Lost forever

to the corners

and the bleak

alleyways.

 

Every touch

a violation.

Every word

a spiteful curse.

Seemingly

from out of

nowhere,

a fist,

then laughter.

 

Never even

raised a hand

in self defense,

or uttered protest.

No will left

for indignation.

No decision,

or direction.

Just along

for the ride.

 

Now,

until the

passenger door

opens

and out

jumps

a fugitive,

running

for their

life.

Or,

the driver

stops

and pushes

out a corpse,

spent and useless.

 

Pray

to be

a runner.

No more

just

a

passenger.

 

 

HG – 2021

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