A three hour drive
A room in the cheapest inn
No time for a dive
No time for sleeping in
No doubt we've arrived
No road we've not driven
Been going since five
Or maybe it was eleven
Wait for the light to die
Then we pack up again
I try to eat right
My nerves stab me like pins
I'm going on last tonight
I'm relaxed, so I pretend
Some liquor I buy
To best keep my nerves in
The arena is alive
In my head you can hear a pin
No glory for the uptight
Store my feelings in a bin
My hand then wipes
The rolling tears from my chin
I take the ramp in fright
The living part of life finally begins.
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:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
