Poetry - Alone

I don’t even know where I am going 

As the car rocks me back and forth on

A highway I have driven in autopilot skitters by. 

Black asphalt ahead like film off of its projector and twirling against gray hues in the sky.

Brown plants along the edges of the road resisted these changes to their wilderness and died while trying to rebel.  

An emptiness encompasses me as tears begin to pool at the bottom of my chin before dripping in my lap.

Screams explode out of me into the silent car, and my throat instantly becomes sore. 

My mind longing to be changed and heart missing all connections. 

Finally, a car comes to change the scene as I wipe my eyes on my work shirt. 

My eyes are wiped when my head hits the roof of my car, and my chest punched hard.

I cannot open my eyes now; only darkness is there.