No Destination

Hands touched the smooth leather
moving from door to wheel to knob
music drowning out the sound of the rain
squeaking down windshield
pitter       woosh
       patter      thud
Eyes looked through rivers of water:
          puddles dripping down my face and onto my patches
          of skin
          showing through my distressed jeans
          gallons pouring down on rooftops and bicycles
          left by careless boys
Mind wandered
from the street to
the pressure weighing down my back
                        to their anger chasing me out the door
            into the street
                        to echoes of frustrations and doubts muting
            my senses
                        to my fingers wrapped
            around my new license

scars slashed across my heart
words imprinted in my head
lungs contracting
knuckles whitening
lamp posts swimming
of view
ghost screams
the dead silence

voices of friends taunting,
          dancing around me

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4 thoughts on “No Destination

  1. Wonderful poetry Anna. Such beautifully crafted words and they formed whispering fantasy in my mind.

    Best wishes from The Strong Traveller and have a great day

    Do have a look at my blog whenever you find the time. There are some travel and lifestyle content which you may find interesting. Your thoughts will surely be very valuable. Stay connected. 🙂

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