OverwhelmedA Poem by Chloe
Time passes,
Like a car on a long, straight, road. My mind freezes, Like traffic on a narrow, crowded, road. My future is unclear, Like driving on a dark, foggy, road. But how do I keep moving? Like a car barreling down an open highway. Driving, No thinking. Driving, Without direction. Driving, All a blur. Driving, And then all explodes... © 2017 Chloe |
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Added on December 27, 2017 Last Updated on December 27, 2017 Author
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