Night Drive #Poetry

Black is the night
and the road is dead.
Along this way I go,
I get lost in my head.

I don’t know where I’m going,
but I’ll get there soon enough.
Fog lit as it appears endless,
I guess I’ll call it’s bluff.

Signs heed there warning
of what approaches me near,
I’ll be driving ‘til morning
Hell, maybe longer that.

My familiar sense of direction
has long since abandoned.
Rear view mirror, no reflection.
On this purgatory night drive
I somehow feel so alive.

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