Thoughtful

The music conjures up strange images,
emotions long past their sell-by date:

A night's dark debauchery well spent;
Sunfire streaking through Atlanta
while I screamed lyrics at the sunrise
from the wrong end of night;
chipped black nail polish
gripping the steering wheel
like a talisman against... what? 

It didn't matter. 
I was wild, full of fire and fear,
uncertainty and hope. 
That was enough.

I wonder what happened to that girl?

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I know this feeling....and maybe you were gripping the steering wheel to fight the urge to come into adulthood, and all that it contains within.

The concert nights in Atlanta...those are fun, arent they? You know...you still have that fire, it simmers underneath the responsibilities of being a grown up...but every once in awhile, it comes out and shines bright.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There are more things in heaven and on earth than mortal minds have ever dared to dream. I see a great building made of emerald glass and a broken highway leading into the dawn,what a strange place, Atlanta.

[RAWR!]

i like how this was written, it seemed soaked somehow.
thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I like the strength in your words. Description and story was very good. You left us with a question. Sometime we yearn to be unafraid of our decisions and deeds in a life.
Coyote