A Long, Dark Road
The silence between them is visually keen
while the sound from the tires is picking up speed
With her head turned away, she is called to the window
where poles along the roadside cast ominous shadows
The drone of the highway is all that transcends
and has filled up the muteness with apocalypse winds
Far down the freeway, nestled like hives
are the small housing tracts, tiny houses alive
Burning the night like unreachable stars
She imagines a couple, sharing a table
sharing their day, while children would play
Where every small thing, was sorted and labeled
Where people shared dinner, together are able,
to know with assurance that nothing will change
Her hands in her lap, and fingers are numb
Bemused she will wonder where her body has gone
All the signs, silhouetted, seem depleted, alone
The sound of the road is a sorrowful song
She takes a deep breath, as the car travels on
There's a sound of a sigh, and a world passing by
The road going home....is a road that is long
_______________________________________________
Submitted for the contest: Melancholy
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
_______________________________________________
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
