"strainful" poems
The drive home
From a unknown
Black circles under my eyes
The headlights of oncoming traffic
Come at me with a strainful glow
Twinkling like diamonds
Or snowflakes in the sun
Windows black, handicaps vision
The “hum” of my exhaust
Constant behind my ears
Tread slamming the pavement
It could all disappear
Right in front of me
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC