Of Mirrors And Sights

A short poetic interpretation of I crossing a sub-bridge in a red car on a day of torrential downpour.


Through blurring mirrors of water and wind,

I saw a scene of emotions within;

A bridge lay ahead flooded and forlorn,

I longed to see what lay on;

Atop my red monster of metal and steel,

I urged him on ,though the water wouldn't heed;

And for a moment it seemed, the elements had won;

My steed fumbled, tired and torn;

And then a new hope I lighted in it's eyes,

Through my own will ,which fired bright;

We crossed away into a new day of fright,

Through a gate in time ,into new sight.

The End

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