“Haunted by Scarlet Wheels”

Haunted in my sleep
I hear voices of tired
luggages– scarlet wheels
I know when you step in
Step out of my life –
Is when the wheels scream –
scratches the ground
Begging, pleading for you
To choose Home, home where
someone’s waiting– restless at night
plague with screams and scratches
Of the luggages you drag around.

~ by savgargin on September 3, 2007.