Tunnel of mist

riding my bike home, strange night....

street lights suspended in this mist
like they're clenched in a fist
these houses rising like knuckles
off the hand of this abandoned night
way to cold for people
and my eye sight
oh so feeble
I can't see home
at the end of this tunnel
clouds like a dome
acting as a funnel
trying to conduct me
or abduct me
it's not very clear
but I am free of fear
all I have is
this solemn confidence
all I hear is
this soothing silence

Reviews

[Sethnicity]

I see you got more comfortable with the rhyme! This piece is better than the last I read and with only one stumble in meter if I should call it such You seem to be in control of the tempo at which a reader takes in the imagery.