Slow Red
What do you think of my poem?
“Endless Roads”
Bristled green trees veil
endless, entwining roads.
Whispers drench
paved trails.
Headlights swallow streets below,
sky emblazons goldenrod.
Hearts beat in a void,
traffic crawls to a defined slow.
Red lights gleaming.
We wait in line,
our minds ablaze,
the engine steaming.
Lives unknown,
feelings unexposed.
Colors streak
muscle and bone.
Which lives have touched each skin…
left imprints, memories?
Who calms every fire
that emerges from within?
Pain scars
with invisible ink.
Memories unseen
by eyes in these cars
Green lights shine in the eve,
emotions slither pathless roads.
Tainted souls are hidden,
eyes will never cease to deceive.
What do you think it means?
And any suggestions/things to change?
Your work is very good easy to read and understand> I would have you change not one thing.
Just continue to write and expand your mind and its horizons, you have a gift use it wisely.
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