The roadside barrier zooms past in flickering, I wish we could of stopped our bickering.
Now I’m on the road with no destination, my arm bares the marks of my hesitation.
Its four am, dead time and the motorway is clear, I didn’t know my resentment was so dear.
Do I twist this wheel in my hand and bring the end, or slow it down and slowly go round the bend.
I have a mind that wants to die, a mind that wants to fly and soul that wants to cry.
So I stare at the cats eyes on the road, kept it straight, I have no where to go.
D Jan 2017