Have you ever seen the green light?
It comes and goes, leaving me uptight.
Usually around crowds and also in loneliness,
It makes my forehead moist with perspiration, as if taken by illness.
I saw it again, last night in the cab,
As I felt cold air, brush through my cheeks, from the gap.
The coldness spoke of the breath choked in my throat,
As I felt the stiff hands of the lonely ghost.
Have you ever seen the green light?
It came in my dream, last night?
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
PoesíaA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
