A Road Still Driven
At dusk`s eerie cry:
We rise.
Winds prevailing in no direction,
hurricanes lacking a calm eye.
Twilight walkers deceased in spirit.
Our quest begins.
A damned trade trailing on quicksand.
Plummeting on a city pavement.
Eyes gape reflecting thought-
disdain in decent women,
impertinence from men,
boys tremble.
All screech- "Woman of the night."
IN DISGUST.
Even I aspire for a stable port.
Dreams of discovering the land of Home.
My lewd road still shamefully driven
Only comfort a compass
without North needle.
Copyright © Yvette Lisa Ndlovu | Year Posted 2012
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