Wednesday, November 23, 2011

another poem.

the quiet

the night seems strangely
bright as i drive home
on the long, lonely road
that weaves between the

the radio blares—it plays
cheesy, contrived pop
songs. none speak to the
soul. none have meaning.

yet they offer a break from the
silence. solace from the
uncomfortable. i continue to
drive toward the light as I let
the night be, strangely and soothingly,
irrevocably, irredeemably bright.  

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