Crossroads
Crossroads
A droning voice directs the road ahead
Small screen
No people
All life safely hidden
From sight
Behind flat lines curves and corners
While driving between dimensions we travel
Through parallel roads to parallel worlds
Rushing into stagnation
Debris in a drain
Backing up
Spewing up
Gushing damnation
On an axle of ever
Growing commitment driven conquests
Hands steering
Feet pointing forward
Behind time
Behind schedule
The school run at a snails pace
The rush hour a drag
The Togs have left for the allotment
And an unfamiliar voice announces
Late late.
I am at the crossroads
This is where I change lanes
If I close my eyes
I can see the road I want to take
<Deleted User> (4281)
Wed 30th Apr 2008 07:43
Dear Carol
The poem shows that you have quite a lot on your mind at present time. On the other hand, it is just another imaginative write. I found poems sort of release of some thoughts that occupy my mind and the writing brings a feelings of freedom to my busy mind.
Excellent poem!
Thank you,
Zuzanna