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.


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