Road Trip

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Road Trip

The feeling of sadness is empty but fills my spirits..No room for laughter or joy..Where happiness is disguised with smiles and lies.. Ready to flee and escape..No worries, No hurts, no pain, No mistakes...No light then to shine the night..Destruction lurks and is determined to fight..As I sleep and dream not wanting to wake..The deceiver I am, in the Garden I'm the Snake..I caused this..Look at it..When you see crying, I'm the tears..Diseased lifestyles, I'm your fears...The suicidal thoughts, I am the knife..The route to death..I am the flight.. My apologies to those affected with me..Can you feel it? It hurts? That feeling of how, why.. Can be answered by looking in the mirror..Its not your reflection. Its the shaping of what you think it should be..You don't belong to you..You belong to heartaches, trickery, bondage, enslavement.. Words from the mouth can pierce one's soul..
So I breathe on you causing your heart to turn cold..Who said love conquers all? Being in love is man's greatest fall..Victimized by others..I pray for my little brother..I look over and see mother..Crying.. I am my own temptation. You can't influence me I want it. Explain the side effects..Waking up in cold sweats..Nights with no rest..Or better yet death..Im viewed as a crook..Often greeted with dirty looks..I think I'm ready to close this book..Crazy images dancing in my head..The best one..Being dead..You mean death can get me to where I want to go..Drugs,Diseases,Violence, just follow down the road..So pack your bags I'm ready to hit the road.. I been filled with gas, so where are the keys..Found it right here this black shiny piece..Ignited with a pull of a handle..The car starts with a boom and a flicker like a candle.. Click..Time is moving slow what happened.. Don't tell me I left the Child's lock on.. Now I can hear the fat lady warming up her song.. She's dress to impress in her all black suit.. I'm going to one bed hotel with a locked roof..
Im ready to leave for my destination..All ready got my directions no need for navigation.. In just in case this piece is fully prepared.. I know i can always drive on my spare.. So with us doing nothing and the time ticks..I start up my car and off for my Road Trip..

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

MrGash’s Poems (5)

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