I Hope These Poems Will Make You Cry

Highway

We are all wandering,
Stumbling blindly,
Down a highway that leads nowhere.

Two cars collide in a symphony of death,
Every shattered window a reminder,
That we choose to ignore.
The highway is painted red.
It was all,
Too fast.

BLOOD PUMPING THROUGH YOUR HEART AS YOU WHIZ PAST THE WORLD IN A METAL BOX.

BUT WE ALL KEEP GOING,
WE NEVER STOP.

RACING TO A FINISH LINE WE'RE NOT SURE WE'LL REACH.

WE CAN HEAR THE ROAR OF ENGINES EVEN WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP.

No one's bothered to grow roses for us to smell.