A Long, Dark Road
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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 stifiles air all around them
and has filled up the muteness with an apocalypse wind
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, sights, silhouettes seem depleted
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
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Submitted for the contest: Melancholy
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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