Poem -
Night Lanes
I am the dead Behind the wheel
Driving into dreams and hope
Upon gravel and bone
Rocks of sleep
Caught in my eyelidsÂ
Blurr the night lanesÂ
And I Follow the dim light of red tails Into oblivionÂ
My hands slip as slumber beckons andÂ
Streams of street light pierce my crystal windscreen, blinding self awarenessÂ
Into sleep I go, this machine, without mind becomes a chaotic metal missileÂ
Hurtling towards a dying star
I am awake now as the light of my front door opens to greet me, my family can see me now,Â
Now, as I lay still in a wodden box.Â
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I've been working late these past few weeks, driving to work before sunrise, driving home after sunset, I can only contemplate death and darkness, am I preparing my mind for something sinister, or does death refer to change.Â
Phew...Gerald...powerful!!! I felt I went on a journey...to my death. Love the last lines!! Unexpected...đ¤
Thank you Marion, I make this journey everyday in my head.Â
This is a STELLAR write Sir GERARD!!.....absolutely brilliant imagery filling the minds eye of the reader with dread and the smell of death....as the phrasing leads the reader into 'having to contemplate' that which most NEVER even consider!!.......you have created something "Most Special" here with words that linger long after the poem's end!!.....ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!....an absolute pleasure dear poet brother......Thank you SOOO much for sharing this with us.....and in answer to the question you posed above......I think you already know the answer and are only asking us because you're not quite ready to admit to yourself the nature of the changes that impose upon your life at this point in time......Keep writing my friend.....You are VERY good at it......and it most certainly can be beneficial for the human psyche!!......Love your stuff man!!.......Later......T xo : )
Thank you Tony, change happens so fast, sometimes we lose site of it as it flys by, faster than a bullet, in these moments of sleep, we humans miss so much, I wouldn't be in the car so much if I wasn't a slave to the economy, and it just happened, one day your a kid, next day your in work, working for a mortgage you signed up for, a loan you didn't really need, then all of a sudden, your driving to work to pay for the car your in, a steel box, then thoughts like this poem come to you.Â
Hi Gerald. Wow I was glued reading this as the descriptive text unfolded the imagery of a crash and being unconscious. And to end with the final line....was a great realisation and lingering thought after ....death cameÂ
Just brilliantly versed. Sso pinned! Pxđ
Thank you so much Pratibha, I had to write this one on the side of the road, I can't let these words escape my chatter mind, and death does come, I only hope its not like this.
Thanks for readingÂ
Agree with all the recgonitintion you have been given. Truly a smashing write. Glued me too! TFOTSÂ
Gerard...wow! What can I say? Brilliant! This is a fabulous awareness write of the dangers of driving when you are tired. Love it! đđđ x