H/C poem: Lights

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'Thought i'd try my hand at a rhyming poem :) Since it is a narrative as well, i found it difficult to rhyme and walk along my plot line. I just hope you see the setting as i do.

It's short-esh, it's weird. But i do like the ending :)



Lights

The headlights illuminate the path,
Still the road ahead is hard to see,
Through the drench of the rainwater bath,
To where the next turn will lead.

You steer sharply right,
Or wrong.
Have you become a pawn
Of Fight or of Flight?

The windshields wipe away the tears,
For an instant everything seems,
Cut down to naught but crystal clear,
If only daylight never dims.

You come to a red light,
And stop.
Like the eye of a Cyclops
-no. You think, not quite.

The flashing of the digital dial,
And ticking of the analog hands-
Reminder nothing caught on file,
States the control of time is man’s.

You slam the car door shut.
To open,
Seems the climb up Big Ben,
As distant as King Tut.

The hallway painted warm with color,
Is merely the mask of narrow permit.
An open window, a gust of dolor,
Only to trepidation do you submit.

You enclose your palm o’er the knob,
And twist.
A thousand possibilities on a list,
Ne’er do you foresee the lob.

She’d said she hates sports metaphors.
The mind contemplates not such matter,
When ahead lies the free-swinging door.
In swift consternation you falter.

“Who’s there?” You hear. She hears
A siren.
Her territory now foreign.
You poke your head in with a sneer.

~

“House?”

“’Should lock the door.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Oh no doubt about that.
But it’s an invitation to those bad bad men…”

“Like you?”

~

She smells of early autumn’s leaves,
Her hair, soft wisps of midnight’s breeze.
She tastes of springtime’s first blooms,
More gentle than a wave of the moon.

You only wish you’d run all the lights.

Fin.

Creative title, i know :P