Paint for me in light a portrait of their life’s.

Beyond rubber, beyond friction
Escapist souls run deranged,
Estranged husbands, bored house wives
Take out advertisements in local papers,
Selling their bodies, selling their souls.
Each conceal their stories. Paint for me
In light a portrait of their life’s.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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