Sleeping In My Car In the Snow
sleeping in my car in the snow
subzero temperature with frozen snot and drool
so dark in the weary silver car that it feels like life is drowning
my mind is an antique thinking that it is a new day, but it is only 3.5 minutes later
the moon has icicles on it
the stars are in a temporary hibernation
the tears refuse to run down anywhere for it prefers the warmth of the tear ducts
my mind is a turtle in a rapid state of constipated confusion thinking that morning has come
however, it is a minute and a half later from the 3.5 minutes later from when i laid my head down
when the next morning comes, i will Praise God and ask Him for Good Health, Comforting Warmth, and Divine Protection
until then, i brave another frosty, frigid night nervously chattering in fear until some form of sleep comes
that is, if said sleep does decide to come
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.
