Alone in the Universe

May 6, 2018
By ladada2018 PLATINUM, Saint Louis, Missouri
ladada2018 PLATINUM, Saint Louis, Missouri
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Sometimes, when I’m driving alone at night

on dark and lonely roads,

I like to pretend that I’m the only person in the world.


Sometimes I come up with a reason why,

other times, I just go with the feeling the idea brings.


I’m alone –

the last sheath of humanity,

guarding the world against self-implosion,

moving in a tin can.


I’m special –

the last scabbard of humanity,

unbound and prepared for attack,

propelling forward in a tin can.


Then another car comes along.


I’m not alone –

there’s another person beside me

moving in another tin can.


I am not the last vestibule of my species.

You’d think a weight would be lifted from my shoulders,

but as the headlights of the other car blind me,

my heart deflates at the thought of having to share

The Spotlight.

The author's comments:

This piece is inspired by actual thoughts I have when I drive at night and no other cars are on the road. 

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