A blur of lights and sounds,
Streetlights and sirens.
The repeated "swish" of the wipers
That push down the layers of blurry downpour
And the ticking of the turning arrow
The peel of tires squealing away
And the splash they make in the waterlogged surface they skim across.
The lights flash and scream
" W a i t ! " People must cross
The tap of their feet as they scurry about, with their bobbling umbrellas & coats tight.
The purr of engines, and all their lights. The loud hum of a city bus and the shriek of a slowing train. All with colours of their own illuminating the black night.
And a song so fitting plays. Nostalgic. And we say we sit in silence in that car. But that is not true. So many distracting performances in these 60 seconds.
We're almost there. Almost to the building where they'll prescribe me meds that fuck with my head,
But for now, I appreciate this night. And pray you aren't mad.
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Depresso Espresso Poetry
PoesíaA small but growing collection of my own original poetry. These poems illustrate a lot of things that are beautiful to me, with my tainted mind, and describe a lot of the struggles or situations that those dealing with mental illness (or just a perv...
