Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
Midnight, pitch black and raining

He washes his car.



Swimming upstream against the impossible:

Tainted raindrops creating an unfinishable task

Blind to its full grasp on his life.



He loves that car. Busted old thing -

Barely road worthy

But he fights to keep it clean

Through darkness.



Midnight car washes have become more frequent.

Filling the void. Filing for divorce.

Tainted raindrops smear his life,

His wife publicly smeared in a community obsessive over the local news.



Local rumour flies.

That rusty old thing

Why is he out there cleaning again?

Cleaning in the dark -

How can he see the dirt?



Inside she looks on, looks on to the coward.

She can see the dirt

The former great, the former lover.

That ******* car.



The muted mesh of metal

That held her former lover

and his former lover.

Out there his avoidance is her disdain.



Midnight, pitch black and raining

He washes his car.
ciankennedy.me
Cian Kennedy
Written by
Cian Kennedy  27/M/London
(27/M/London)   
697
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems