Along the road runs
A trail of tall trees
Or do I run past them
On my journey to nowhere
I put my hands out from
The car window to let
The wind caress my palms
To feel the soft air pressure
Now the traffic seems to vanish
I seem to have lost the way
In a blink I go blind while
Passing through a dark cave
On my hand feels the air colder
For a while near the road I wanna stop
Because not that I am tired but I have
Come far away in the wrong direction
I pull back my hand as I feel the chill
Day light's dimming, the air is frozen
And it's soft touch has become harsh
How did I not realize it sooner
I have bumped into foul ditches
My heart doesn't wander anymore
On the roads that once seemed euphoric
How do I now find my way back home
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PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
