Discovering the Parallel Road to Independence

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Blood pooling in cracks and seams
Rubber burned into my sunbaked surface
Tears drip. Praying their last seconds
Will not be spent on unforgiving tar
Sirens and footsteps resonate across me

If screams
Could penetrate my stone silence
If white stripes, now bleeding
Coud tell the story they show
If the lives of children, I have absorbed
Could be felt by mothers again

My rugged skin
The aspiration of youth
The pride of independence
My curves
The craving for speed
The yearining for wind
My essence
Begs recklessness
Beseaches passion

Now you have followed
So many before
Now you have felt
Thrill melt into fear
Now you have seen
The parallel road to independence

Now.

your blood pools in my cracks and seams

rubber burned into my sun-baked surface
your tears drip
you're praying
your last seconds will not be spent on unforgiving tar


Sirens and footsteps resonate across me for you

If your screams
Could penetrate my black heart
If white stripes, now bleeding
Could tel of your youth
If your life, which I have absorbed
Could be felt by your mother again

Your blood crying out to heaven
Your mother's grief left unearthed

WHile you burried deep within

If you had not discovered me
The Parallel Road to Independence





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