Broken Old Car (Amateur Poetry)
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/)
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