Not a single place to be
No obligation, somehow free
Yet one hand is on the wheel
The other looking for something, anything to feel
The hours between today and tomorrow
The sky dark, resembling my sorrow
Never will I check how fast
No point, I will still be last
The street signs tell me where to go
But deep down I still do not know
Aimless driving, wasting gas
Covering distance just to make time pass
I am in motion but my thoughts pause
With the exception of analyzing my flaws
Tears stream down my face
No, no, no just finish the race
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Author:
heartshapedglasses (
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- Comment from author about the poem: hey guys. this is a new poem i wrote about late night thoughts while driving. i just write for fun/personal reflection, but i hope someone enjoys this :)
- Category: Sad
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- User favorite of this poem: Bobby O.
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Comments2
I like this a lot. It has a complexity that speaks out if one listens but it also has an everyday message to grab into. Nice write good read. I will did into more that you publish.
wonderful flow, meaningful poignancy
such a relatable read
thanks for sharing
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