Life Poems

Waiting on the highway

Unaware to the outside world in the park bench right outside the highway i lay motionless shivering in the midnight cold with nothing else to keep me company and no one aware of my being my mind wanders to the night before in the middle of the night walking across the road i saw him draped in a black attire with a matching black umbrella shielding him from the cold cold rain he was waiting waiting for me to come to him with no one to call as my own and no one to call as my friend i was walking away from life and away from painfully slow lonely life (into this land they call "purgatory") in this park bench where i am waitin for this life to slowly seep away so i can travel in my choice of cars waiting on the highway...

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angldmnlvr February 25, 2008 - 1:46 am

As you lay there
Shivering on the park bench
I watch cloaked in darkest night
You aware of me
Wanting to take you
So desperate
So tired
So ready
Cold rain like steel
On your face
Take my hand
And take shelter under this umbrella
I will shield you
From cold
From rain
From everything
Into darkness I disappear, then
Feeling your longing
For company
From the night before
When you saw me
This night I come to you again
A passing driver sees you in distress
Feels your desperation in the pace of your
Breath
Nothing uttered you shut the door
And in this chariot we ride this
Endless highway lost
For evermore

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