It's 6 in the evening.
The sun is setting.
It's orange hues make the ground glow.
The branches sway as though they're waving good-bye to the setting sun.
I stand on the pavement watching the cars
The traffic congestion is long.
Everyone is rushing home.
There is a man wearing a white dress shirt and red tie eating burger in his car
The window is rolled all the way down
He removes onion rings and throws it out and continuous to munch on his Burger dripping with cheese
As soon as the light changes, he beeps the horn shouting "Move"
He seems to be in a hurry just like everyone else
Does he have a wife and children waiting for him?
Maybe he'll walk through the door and his children will rush to him shouting "daddy"
His wife will be gardening or making dinner or maybe just taking a warm bath.
He'll listen to his kids narrate stories about Alien invasion or how nice their class teacher is while he changes to sweatpants and a shirt
And his wife will walk out of the bathroom and kiss him and they'll have a dinner together and he'll help the kids with their homework and he'll sleep next to his wife and go to work tomorrow and eat cheese Burger while in traffic and blare the honk as soon as the traffic light turns green.
Or maybe he just wants to go to his silent house.
Put the keys away and sit on the couch and watch endless reality TV shows and fall asleep at 11 and wake up groggy the next morning after hitting the snooze button five times and go to work and eat cheese Burger in traffic and honk at cars just so he can pretend like he's in a rush to go somewhere important.
In that moment I am standing on the pavement, watching the cars and imagining the story behind everyone, I am distracted from my own life story.
I cannot change mine but I can give different stories to everyone else, good, bad or worse than mine.
When the sun sets and the traffic congestion is no more,
I walk home
Enter my room and pretend to have lived more than one life.
I am still confined in the same flesh though
Living the same story over and over
I could get married and eat cheese Burger in my car but I would still be confined in the same flesh
The same soul
The same mind
Let me out please.
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The Path to Death
PoesiaThese are free verse poems that I have written when I was at my lowest point, trying to figure out what I want more, to love or to die. I am battling depression and maybe I will get better, maybe not. But writing down what I'm feeling lessens my b...
