Stranded
Stranded on the road again
With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine
And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank
In a cold-desert known as end of the world
My heart scampers for a soul for help
With furriest echoes breaking the wind's voice
And the soring sky eclipsing the benumbed night
Stranded on the road like before
With a dead battery and a panicked gaze -
I watched my lazy jalopy as it relaxes by the road
side
Clad in smokes and grimes down to top
Its tyres are worn-out like my childhood
toothbrush
And its eyes are cracked and broken
Stranded on the road
Locked deep in superficial meditation
While I smoke away and get drunk
Passersby honk and zoomed by
Veering left to right from a potential casualty
Me! Whose pity will I win for a ride to my love?
I'm by the side waiting for sleep to possess me
Nay to the bed of death in whose comfort I might
find myself
Copyright © Timothy-Paker Nwaorgu | Year Posted 2013
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