(The Parlour) Cold Light.

You see them as surly 

as you see the stars

Shinning Down

Upon the dark tarmac Road

Lights rushing on by 

as you cross the cold desert 

Lights rushing on by 

You can't help but be 

enchanted, enthralled

addicted to that glamour less light 

so Cold, So remote 

and yet 

the only company 

you will ever desire

In this cold desert 

that light strikes you 

as deeply as do there eyes

those eyes

that sing of glamour 

and... well

Do i need say anymore?

You're already smiling 

Smiling at that cold light 

knowing full well 

what it is 

Reviews

[OneDayIFellAsleep]

The many different lines you started without complete thoughts startled me. It created unnecessary pause in my mind and my mind was all over the place. If you had read this out loud, your audience would be confused as well. I know some people like short and sweet, but these kinds of poems do not make sense to me. I'm sorry.

[MomzillaNC]

I like the visual your poem paints, and can almost see the lights in the distance.

"Surly" or "Surely"
I think "road" feels superfluous in "tarmac road"
"glamourless?"
"there eyes" or "their eyes"