A Reluctance to Drive On

March 14, 2018
By Anonymous

Therefore, mysterious was the reluctance to drive on

Our experience in which we find inexplicable

Fallen angels cry with anguish

With a grieving sky

For dusk is the work of an evil child

As a spite to heaven

Her voice rattled and further paced restlessly

For it set up mysterious responses in me

Yet, it does not like or welcome humans

She was terrified of the silence that would settle

A celestial command I should overcome

Many people conceal experiences

His eyes retire into their sockets

More and more impossible to think of something

Yet we are running to get away.

The rode surface tore viciously at my tires

Was a dome of yellow light made over me

Morning swept the clouds

The sky glowed with yellow and rich browns

Caught and trapped by color

Dazzled by the clarity of light

To have the attention of the gods

As the landscaped glowed with color

The sky no longer streaks of coal black

A strange landscape lovely beyond thought

Her relatives, her friends, and the Fallen Angels

See how people are driven to drive on.


The author's comments:

What inspired me to create this found poem was Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck. To create the general theme of this peace, was the expeirience. 


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