AlongA Poem by Shane Hogan Poetry
It could be the momentary flashes of orange,
that makes this night seem so like a dream to me. Coming closer, yet already gone; my eyes fixate upon the distant streetlights. Silence is battled by the engine hums, constant dilation and miosis, and so continue the streetlights. Snowflakes fall in the silence; I watch over so many but lose sight, as both time and place distract me. A small group gathers as a constant, constantly clinging together. I travel at the right speed; I feel I play apart in their maintaining. The night has my mind tired, and waiting for rest. This grey morning calls my eyes out the window once more. The grey skies meet the grey road in front of me. This moment waits for change, but I find myself waiting. I travel on with my tiered mind, I wait for rest.
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21 Reviews Added on February 8, 2014 Last Updated on March 10, 2014 AuthorShane Hogan PoetryCo. Kildare, Leinster , IrelandAboutI know you feel it scratching beneath the surface of this state. more..Writing
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