Self-Imposed Alienation
I’m lodged in this train on a top spot
yet alone...while others trace a blue noon amiably,
As dewed mist holds me immovable
From my row ... the toot of a loud whistle
makes me want to peep out restlessly.
This journey is intermittent through my solos of night,
where most wayfarers gig on-- animated, pleasant--
and they know where they're headed to, come eve,
this clear level of certainty... a destination so sure
relishing coffee, time's sagas with much fervor:
Here I am, listening to their seemingly deified hums
as the tenet of my life idly churns like rusted wheels,
that a hazy eye gazes at an aching moon
its glint wondering about my self- imposed deed of alienation.
Palindromes Contest for Joseph May
5/20/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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