Another poem from lost sketch books from long ago.
Raindrops tap the roof
of this broken old car
hail rocks on my conscience
leaving bruises and scars
/
The hands of the wristwatch
have but laid down the fight
I draw hearts in the tarnished
windshield tonight
/
The clouds thunder and rage
Outside where the skies frown
The forest is dark and dim
The road is soaked and drowned
/
Black, black skies
That dome the red sun
All my life lies
At the end of this road
/
Lethargy that holds this mind
Like some impairing sickness
A stale mood I wish to leave behind
of life filled with emptiness
/
And it only pains me further
When I go back to warmer days
when I wasn’t such a burden
to your grandiose ways
/
The car doesn’t start
Maybe I'll stay
I’m quite uncertain
I wish to arrive today
(Initial image attribution: https://pixabay.com/photos/car-oldtimer-yellow-rain-old-car-2708869/)
