Asleep At the Wheel of Her Own Life (Poem)

I came back here today to edit this poem. It has been taken off the published list, so I wanted to find a way to get it published again. However, I now do not want to edit the poem itself. Instead, I will write a little introduction here and talk about the reason I took the time to share this poem.

This poem is not particularly flowing with rhythm. No, It is not completely rhythmic. It is a narrative to a day that I had, which felt melancholic as I went through a normal day of life. It has my thoughts attached to everything that I viewed that day. It also states the feelings I experienced from a normalcy we find ourselves in sometimes during our daily routines.

The pictures are from my hometown and are meant to paint a picture into my story through my poetry. I hope this explains my poem more. Thank you for reading.

She bought a

pair of shoes

she needed,

but didn’t care

to have.

And next she

went to the

grocery store

and pondered

up and down

the aisles.

Driving home,

she stared into

space, then

stopped for a

long two train

delay.

She watched

as the trains

zoomed by,

getting a bit

dizzy by the

red flashing

lights.

She kept

staring as if

in a trance.

As the train

cars flew by,

vivid images

of years past

started to

invade her mind.

Then the rails

raised high, and

she crossed the

tracks, as if in

slow motion,

she drove on

passed.

Keeping on the

concrete road to

home, she glanced

at the overcast

clouds with a moan.

The wild

flowers that

were tossing in

the wind,

struck her as

being slaves on

this earth of sin.

She couldn’t help

but feel half sad

from the stale air

her lungs breathed

in.

She made it home,

yet she didn’t know

how. She sat there

a moment before

she got out.

She told herself

it was time to snap

back, unload the

car then try to

relax.

It is sometimes

hard for her to

keep going, with

this life of routine,

of not knowing.

She certainly

wonders who

she is some days

and why her god

chose her to live

this way.

And as her day

came to an end,

and she finally

settles in for bed;

she will gather her

strength for

what tomorrow

may have

ahead.