Trees turn into a green mass
As the road curves
In and out
White lines
Blur into one another
As they Journey into the abyss
Hinting at the edge
Of the headlights
Sweeping across the road
You can feel
The irrelevance of it all
As everything
Is swallowed by the darkness ahead
All bar the insects
That find the end of their journey
In the windscreen
Their remains
Tombstones of insigificance
Across the glass
How simular
The two of us are
Our existance
A decadent journey
Into nothingness
Attracted by the
Bright lights
And glowing crowns
Of trucks
In hope of their promises
Of life and beauty
Only to fall short
And meeting our demise
In their face of ignorance
Author notes
hmm..sydney was a really long trip??...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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One thing for sure, when you write its well worth reading, again and again..
Brilliant
Love and Hugz xx Evert
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And how could these little bugs know they were poetry in the making.
You've turned an ordinary drive into a meaningful piece of writing, Nell.
I'm especially impressed with these lines:
'Our existance
A decadent journey
Into nothingness'
So much for life.
Dee
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