Poetry of sorts

Taxi

A man so ordinary,
drives a taxi like every day.
He picked up a lady,
and he quickly drove away.

Upon driving,
he asked the lady,
"Where to Miss?"
But the lady had no reaction,
she seemed to dismiss.

He oddly stared back,
a few times or so.
He still continued to drive,
until his surroundings were pitch black,
and his vision began to lack.

He urgently asked the lady,
"I've been driving,
for a while Miss,
can you please tell me where you want to go."

The quiet lady replied back,
"I fear we're already below."

"Miss what do you mean?"

"Well..you see. Would you mind, if you'd help me find...my grave."

I'm not really sure what I wanted to convey. It's kind of like a short odd story than a poem really.