Imagine I'm a car
and its passenger in the morning
when I want to go to work
the battery is empty day after
day I won't ignite I won't
roll down the road if you
don't push me if you don't
make me drive when I can't
start I'm driving speeding
up a little go go go before
I run out of gas
push push don't stop
I can't drive if you don't
push I'm empty hours
of tanking burnt in
minutes leaking out
don't know where I'm
holding my hand it spills
through my fingers I pour
tomorrow's gas you push
I drive until night maybe
I stand at the side of the road
watch on the map where I
should have been in the morning
my battery is empty the little
gas I gained gushes like tears
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
PoesíaThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
