Broken Old Car (Amateur Poetry)

Another poem from lost sketch books from long ago.

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Raindrops tap the roof

of this broken old car

hail rocks on my conscience

leaving bruises and scars
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The hands of the wristwatch

have but laid down the fight

I draw hearts in the tarnished

windshield tonight
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The clouds thunder and rage

Outside where the skies frown

The forest is dark and dim

The road is soaked and drowned
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Black, black skies

That dome the red sun

All my life lies

At the end of this road
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Lethargy that holds this mind

Like some impairing sickness

A stale mood I wish to leave behind

of life filled with emptiness
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And it only pains me further

When I go back to warmer days

when I wasn’t such a burden

to your grandiose ways
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The car doesn’t start

Maybe I'll stay

I’m quite uncertain

I wish to arrive today

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(Initial image attribution: https://pixabay.com/photos/car-oldtimer-yellow-rain-old-car-2708869/)