Were you there with me driving through dark lanes?
Lined with ghosts of trees waving at me.
Silently you sat there in thoughts like blurred vision through rain,
You going in and out of consciousness and me wondering whats real.
No light up ahead.
None in my rear view.
My fingers grip so tightly,
My heart pounds, my head prays softly.
For safety from whats unknown.
Who's out there, who knows..
The beam of lights on my sides illuminate the periphery.
But the sound of enveloped silence overwhelms and swallows me all into its darkness.
If I scream, will anyone hear?
Lost voices probably have wondered the same.
What is salvation at life's last breath?
You would never have thought this on a busier road somewhere familiar...is my guess..
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