The Path

The empty highway screams in desperation,

agony from the grinding wheels,

augmented angst,

powerless,

save for intimidation of size alone.

Engulfing nature peels back,

at the resounding hiss of tires,

knowing too well the imminent recession,

that comes with man's reeling, grease gunked watch.

Author's Note

I appreciate constructive criticism, with that said please make sure to be specific. I am a fledgling writer so I do not expect gleaming reviews but if there is something you particularly like it is nice to hear!

Reviews

[Riverz]

im positive they have community groups that are quite active in california too