Arrested

He has handcuffs on his wrists

Sitting in the back of a cop car

Right now he wishes

I want to be someplace far

But no instead he is here

Sitting on this seat

Seen so many cheeks like this before

Many wish they could do more

The what ifs come to mind

Rewind the time

Instead no they are stuck here

People pass by with a stare

So he looks down

Trying to hide behind some hair

It doesn’t help at all

This is his downfall

The cops outside are looking in

Wondering if they feel self pity

He continues looking at the car ground

Cars slow down

People smile and laugh

Arrested like a fool

Lights flicker like rabid barking dogs

Reminding him this is not a dream

Artificial night beams

They gleam and flash like broken cameras

He lets out a sigh

Part of him wants to cry

But instead he holds it back with a lie

While he still stares at the floor

The cops open the door

-Andrew Luna

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