Happy Poetry Month

Green Red Green

“What are you doing”

My passenger said,

For I wasn’t going

But lingered at the red

Light just turned green.

“I don’t know,” I replied,

Knowing I should go,

Unable to confide

How very low

Was the mood in me.

“Are you okay?”

She asked concerned

But I turned away

To hide how I yearned

To cease being me.

A car horn beeped,

A polite little sound,

So onward I creeped,

Though no peace had I found -

Green red green red and green.