there is a blackness on the other
side of the door
waiting
beyond the breadth and depth of words
unafraid of the light
and so he drives in half-hearted circles
looking prowling but all the time
knowing
that he will drive past
that he will lack the courage to ask
that the blackness would only laugh
at such feeble deception
the streets are a wet mockery
leading
only one way patient and confident
willing to outwait him and his desperate
midnight coffee and detours
2 am exhaustion drives him home
his silver bullet a chain of light switches
the darkness yields like the tai chi master
is always where he never strikes
uses his desperation
the blackness on the other side of the door
knows that it is never the vessel
The streets are a wet mockery leading only one way patient and confident and loneliness experiences are amazingly expressed here..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although your topic is loneliness, I sense that there is a lot more going on in this poem. You held me in the grip of suspense throughout. On the edge of my seat. Quite scared. Maybe it's just my imagination. Whatever it is, I enjoyed the poem immensely! Kudos!
I'm very happy with it! And I'm receiving a lot of great support and positive encouragement from some of the best on PH. Thank you for asking.
Thank you, yet again, Richard. How is your writing going these days?