As the shadows close in,
and shine gives way to night,
my thoughts crowd into the subway train of my mind.
No, I'm not riding the L;
not aboard an 'el'evated railway looking out and down at a city of life wizzing by.
I'm underground,
in the dank underbelly of my mind,
traveling faster than the flashing orange-yellow light rays glaring into this car's tinted, graffiti-dirtied windows.
The car coasts along the metal rail rocking to and fro,
my cursed thoughts bouncing back and forth in rhythm with the momentum of movement.
No resolution.
Like a small silver ball,
bouncing off electronically-controlled levers,
my emotions jack-knife from one extreme to another,
in a game of pinball I've never mastered.
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Night Mind
Поэзия© 2020 - 2023 Written by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved. Unconsciousness rising. First Half of Collection: Haiku tales of nightly experiences. Second Half of Collection: Free-Form, No Rules poetry tales of nightly experiences. Poetry Flash Fiction/No...
