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
darkness.

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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