Stuck in the mud.
A wet, empty road.
No one to help.
Rain keeps pouring down.
I push and push.
Who knew roads ended?
Foolish, stupid life choices.
I use more energy.
The car flies away.
Face in the muck.
I look up ahead.
A new dirt road.
Tires tracks, no footsteps.
The car was stuck,
Not my small feet.
So I finally stop
Letting my wheels spin.
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Attempts at Poetry
PoetryA collection largely random thoughts from my head loosely resembling poetry.
