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A cab ride to hell

A cab ride to hell

Leaning on a street light
Enveloped by a chill mist
Filling my lungs with glass
As I inhale upon a cigarette.

Stubbing out the butt
I wrap my coat tight
As I see movement
From my island of light.

Through the heavy fog
A car's beams materialise
Like probing searchlights
Casting a flare in my eyes.

In a somewhat fleeting moment
All disappear and then restores
Drawn alongside me a taxi idling
A door opens as it patiently purrs.

As if preordained I enter and sit
Without a question as to why
A persistence swirls about my head
That allows not my will to defy.

Air presses on ears as the door shuts
Wth a solid clunk locks depress
A sense of confinement awakens
The reality of confused distress.

Wildly searching for escape I pause
For I spy the driver of this cabs identity
A picture of my face cruelly stares back
Above a sign reading ‘one way only'.

Through the window I stare resigned
For I see those also by themselves driven
All converged before a sign ‘To Hell'
Awaiting the beyond blindy chosen

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A cab ride to hell