I pass house after red bricked house
sun setting in the distant sky,
a blanket of sullen light coating the ground
where the heat ravaged orange grass lies
ready to rest for the day.
The hours pass silently away,
minutes of their meetings,
lost in the shade.
Televisions glare
through window screens
the same actors,
replaying the same scenes,
the same programs seen
from the same worn-out seats,
feeding the same sad lines
in a time-looped repeat.
As we turn the corner.
lovers cuddle
on street-side seating
whilst a man staggers past eating
a kebab he bought to soak
the alcohol away.
He ought to be at home, he is thinking,
but the lights above the next bar
just keep on blinking.
Life continues.
I watch as it
goes to and fro,
but for me
it has stopped still.
I don’t know
what to do, but take this journey
to pass the hours away,
to let them finally find their peace
as their light fades away.
The park still thrives with
clumped together lives,
though only a sliver of sun
is still lighting the sky.
Past the house with construction gear
left out in all weathers,
It’s been there all year.
Never seen anyone working,
never a brick is placed,
the materials just keep building
until the house is hidden from trace.
And I embrace this nightly pilgrimage
to my temple of words,
where the life I see
inspires a raging fire in me
to put on paper
the thoughts that are circling
like a bird released from a cage
and into dreams I enter
with a final flick of my page.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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