in a car MAG

By Carrie M., Elizabeth City, NC

i sit and think
of my troubles that go on forever
the black leather sticks to my skin
and i watch as i see that it is true
when they say leather is more water resistant
than the cloth seats
short white lines become one
and above is a blur of green
all being passed by so fast
that you aren't able to appreciate their beauty
going too fast
not caring if i were to hit anything
{deja vu}
until a splash of red comes into the mix
i continue to daze out
first the red is the light
then i notice the red flower beside my car
i've driven for hours
only to end up where all my pain started
at a red light
i thought had been green
the red flower decorated the cross
the cross decorated the spot that
you died
in a car
i sit and cry

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i love this so much!

footprints said...
on Aug. 28 2010 at 9:44 pm
Wow that is such a meaningful poem! i love it! Well done!

Eilatan GOLD said...
on Apr. 18 2010 at 6:58 pm
Eilatan GOLD, Old Greenwich, Connecticut
11 articles 1 photo 307 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nobody is normal. Everybody in the world is a weirdo freak. Except you, which makes you a weirdo freak."

wow... i love this poem! it's so meaningful! you capture the sense of movement really well. good work!

p.s. don't cry...


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