A passager, A stow away,
Right next to my driver,
But he don't feel obligated,
Staring out the window,
Fingers fluttering as I catch the rearview, I paid my passage,
Wondering when we traveled so far,
The miles pass just shy of the time,
Faster than the speed of light,
The radio stuck like tar,
My eyes catching in the rearview,
God please just one angel to bring the slightest of light,
I'm stuck here,
Sinking to the pavement,
Not willing to let the driver know,
I'm crying, inside, next to company that would allow me my vent, rinsing out the sink, I'll hold the joy,
Cause the water runs in masses anyway.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
