Stay that way

the wall is back... solid again.

driving home I felt numb and dead.

My poetry will suffer, but I do believe

I’ve written enough sappy “oh i’m  so in love”

bullshit to last me a life time.

And when I crawl into bed tonight,

only wake with night terrors. I hope I’m

“feeling” more of the later.

 

 

my car speedometer stops at 85.

I kept it steady there for a while.

making my 25 minute drive home in

under 15, taking side roads marked

dangerously for 45 at twice that speed.

 

 

Please. Do not worry.

This is what I was missing.

because with this numbness

i really can just go, instead of think.

and I promised I was okay to drive.

I was, and here I am.

now with no plans in mind, I’ll ride

this emotion dry.

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[Aaron B.]

I'm sorry...

this was a really good poem btw :)

even though I'm sure it hurt alot :(

I'm praying for you!