The road stretches out beneath me
The eighteen wheeler to my right seems to inch closer every mile we fly by
Trying to get away like he's death knocking on my car door.
While I'm driving my hands start shaking
My eyes get heavier and I can't tell if I'm coming or going
I know my way home like the back of my hand but my hand had a lighter in it half an hour ago
The a/c is on full blast freezing my fingers
Maybe that's why they're shaking
I try to turn it off and accidentally turn the radio up to some voice just a little too forgettable for daytime telling me about some money I could win if I quoted the right song from some band
Waking up as I walk out the gas station to drive again I set off in hopes of making it home safe
Surprisingly alive and well I stumble away from my crooked parking
Turing on lights and a tv that I wasn't sure I would see I slip off into the early morning
-J.Doune
About the Creator
J.Doune
I write to rationalize my feelings and I'm a man who feels a lot. Sad, scarred, depressed, angry, I feel ugly because how hard they hit I feel beaten and bloody. It feels like going ten rounds with myself and my laptop every time I write.
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