The Night draws in, my carriage approaches
a queue of grey, underwhelming coaches.
I stagger on board to find a seat
a place to rest my weary feet.
Ambient sounds; droning, rumbling
muffle the sound of distant mumbling.
The jaundiced haze of cities around.
Darkness above, streetlights abound
their neon hue streaks the skies,
a flourish of amber fire-flies.
Contours of land trace a line,
a graph of distance over time.
The air is hot, cloth clings to flesh
a stifled sigh, a heavy breath.
Bright white eyes pass below,
tired eyes; their movement slow.
Bodies are awkward, sleep wears thin.
My carriage approaches, the day draws in.
Add your comment
You need to login or signup to add your comment to this work.