From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door
and stand at the shore.
The sand is soft beneath my feet.
I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat.
Then a metal door swipes across the sky,
removing the sunshine from the blue sky.
Trapped in a replica of my town,
I watch the sand turn a shade of brown.
The longed-for peace won’t be won
since I’ve trusted the wrong one.
PREY FOR THE DEAD