Poem “Alone In My Car” by David L O’Nan

Alone in my Car

Alone in my car
I am the canvas
A painting of some reclusive mind melt
A rusted brush filled with the decay of overuse
Colours matched in thought
Colours of pain emit a blinking warning
Through blank stares

Alone in my car
Christmas season energy
Lights trickling reflections onto a dark street
The lamps buzzing in and out
Passing through the gang fights
Mind becoming sterile
Your numb to every night.
A new gunshot popping near like a falling leaf.
Your focus is slow motion madness
Freedom to barriers subconsciously.

Alone in my car
Feet bleeding into the pedal
Hands chapped by the crumbling of a steering wheel
A spirit waves goodbye
In the passing of slaughtered trees.
Through the back window
The cold air breathes
Sticks to the heat.

Alone in my car
Noise, silence, deafness coming down -
from a prehistoric sky
Heaven will make more clouds
Once it disperses of the depressive rejected ones -
That seem to bathe in bruises

Alone in my car
Asleep in my aura
Vision is dreaming
Dreaming the familiar reality.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

Poem by David L O’Nan : “Cartoon”

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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