A persona poem |
People and cars pass me by While I sit on my red bench, That is fading with time, Just like me. I stare at the broken windowed buildings Around me. I remember when they had been shining with prosperity And hope. Now they are falling apart in this once Shimmering city. The sun is setting and People Are leaving the streets And quickly running home, But I cannot leave my red bench, That is fading with time. The sun is setting behind the buildings and Making them shine As if for just a moment The old days have not gone. A sigh escapes my lips As the lights flick on. Some buildings are still lighted. Some street lamps still flutter on, while Others Stay off for all eternity. I sit on my once red bench alone. My head spins. For today is one of the many days That I am haunted with. I stare across the road At the weed-covered And car-less parking lot. Ghosts of memories come hurtling to me As I sit on my fading red bench. My beautiful strawberry blond, Stands by my carmine mustang And beams up at me. My eyes plead for a kiss For this Was our second date. She must feel some remorse, Because she stands on her tippy-toes And gently touches her cherry lips to Mine. I wrap my arms around her And make her Mine. The Ghosts fade away And I am left alone on this red, but chipped bench. A single tear falls As I realize my rosy-cheeked beauty Is gone. I only have her memory And a few meaningless possessions Which she didn't need when She Made her escape To the Great Unknown. “Goodbye, My Love.” I whisper on this Red bench. |