Poems (The Patterns of my Mind)

Where the Cars Are

I live where the cars are

So many impeding

Going so far

But never retreating

Too many to a house

I have nowhere to park

The problem itching like a louse

Stifling my inner spark

I live where the raggedy roads are

                                                                        (some of the poorest in the city)

Where new cars come to die

From being new like a bright star

And I watch them go by

The cars are very noisy 

Accompanied by the siren

Of a driving fast cozy

Bright red lights flashing into the room I'm in

I live where the cars are

Providing white noise

Burning rubber like tar

Never showing people with poise

The dangerous blind stop

I cross everyday

I will go plop

If I don't pray to stay

I live where the cars are 

I live where the cars are 

I live where the cars are

Do you?

I can hear them?

Do you heard their cries?

Inspiration: My neighborhood and the fact that I always here cars going by (especially since I live in a city)