An Other Life

Driving home.

Televisions encoded on walls and ceilings.

Ashes in beds after moments of love.

Snow dirty.Half water.

A deer shock frozen still by headlights.

Buses ferry tired men,resigned,sitting apart.

Streets lighted just for ghosts,

the sky scrubbed empty.

Each house is trapped by its own story.

Perhaps I have given too much.

I am the last to sleep.

Tomorrow I will have an other life.

Reviews

[Abd-afeez]

ha ha ha! This is dramatic. It has an hidden humour which i so much enjoyed. The fact still remains sleep are so much refreshing, and refreshing enough to give you a fresh the next day. This is wonderful thanks for sharing.