ENDLESS LANE.

Stalling and tripping over the sidewalk,
he manages to reach the end of the lane.
Making it up to his anxiety,
Slowing down on his pain
 
Down the road where the garbage bin appears,
His gaze- immovable ,scrambled images laced with tears.
Street lights enlighten the gods he had packed in his bag.
Wanting to believe they would play some part.

He takes out the watch she threw at him
He stares at the needles ,hoping they’d move backwards.
He turns around to see nobody stopping him.
He hoped someone would,maybe afterwards.

An eye saw through the broken marble tile .
Not enough to look at, in my sight.
I prayed for someone to realise,
That I’d lose everything in this puny fight.

Street lights dozed off to sleep.
Powercut blinded the eye.
The urge to bring him back,
Was stronger after my every try.