Dark Poetry #4 |
A Winter Drive |
UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Driving down the highway, A madman on wheels, Shifting gears and feeling free, While confusing fake for real. Hang a right, Make a left, It’s all in sight, My thoughts are deft, As nimble as the vehicle, Bereft as it is of gas. I open the window to let in the cold air, I let it blow in my newly cut hair, I shift gears, Ease the seat back, Set my hand on the wheel, And instinctively steer. The drive leaves me time to ponder, Wander through my memories, All those times I fumbled for the ball, All of those missed opportunities, And now the ball is mine, Just need to run, I think I am on to something, And I find that I am stunned. I turn down the main artery towards my home, I regret the fact that I have spent this drive alone, This car will be my tomb, This car will be my womb, My refuge against the biting world, While I sit inside and fume. From melting snow, To dangerous ice, Gentle rain, Against all advice, I drive this thing night and day, Until my heart’s content. |
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