Driving for what feels like a string of days
Rain beats down on the window leaving blurry streaks
The only voice talking comes from the radio
No hope of sunlight breaking through the endless sky
Drowsy, must fight the nodding head
Eyelids heavy as cement blocks
State of mind is incoherent
Unpleasant images blast through
Need to pull off but enjoy the torture
Travelers passing by are few and far between
Swerving over the center line and back again
Can’t see what is surrounding me
Almost of gas, no place to stop
Lost on this highway and not sure where it ends
Out of nowhere the clouds lift
The pouring rain fades away
Is that a ray of sunshine on the road ahead?
Copyright 2008
by Sean Kimmel
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