Start the car, drive me away
far from here, I don't want to stay.
The air is thin and so is my breath,
I can feel it, I can feel my own death;
It's nearing, but I'm unsure exactly where,
But wherever it is, would you take me there?
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
