Under a Blanket

Can’t find my

way back home

that old truck

used to be new

I didn’t know

it would turn old

wandering the

crooked  streets

with me

in this little town

at midnight

never thought an old

man would be driving

an old truck

that didn’t know its

way back home

a dark figure walks


through the lilies

in every field


where he used to play

as a child

he can no longer

breathe deep

he lies awake

in his head

bowing down

while murderous

shadows roam


he cannot sleep

he is sober

tossing and turning

under a blanket



Author: Steven James Humphreys

Me and my wife live with our wonderful pets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. I write about varied subjects having written books for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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