Hell Ride

Despair has filled the heart of the writer. Apocalyptic styling

Nothing is ever simple.
Everything is hard.
Nothing is ever sacred.
Everyone has lost their heart.

Vows were meant to be broken.
Rules were meant to bend.
Memories are only a token.
For the Hell Ride at our end.

Lies are meant to be shouted.
The truth should never be heard.
Attitudes suddenly spouted,
Without uttering a single word.

Hearts breaking over confusion,
The soul will never mend.
I give myself a final infusion.
To prepare for the Hell Ride at our End!
8/14/2015

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is one of my favorite poems of yours that I've read so far. As I read, I thought about "Hell Ride" as being death, but then it felt more like the way relationships end. I imagined that dumb thing we all do, which is trying to get "closure" . . . so we go out with this person we're breaking up with & it turns into a "Hell Ride"! The worst one I did, I was dropped off on the side of the road (probably deservedly so) & left to figure my own way back home! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie