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Running on Empty: A Poem by Me

Updated on May 15, 2015

I remember gripping the dashboard tightly driving back home, taking that drive for what I think was the third time, and what I knew to be the last time.
My grandmother had to take over because my chest was so tight and the tears nearly blinded me.
I wanted to wake up and it be a nightmare, I wanted to scream for her to stop and turn around, because I couldn't possibly let it end like that.
The cars around us didn't matter any more, the people I saw as we passed had faces but didn't have stories.
She was right when she always told me I had tunnel vision.
And all I could see was the sunset and the colors of the day fading. I felt like the colors were going to wash away and never come back.
I kept telling myself "there's always hope for tomorrow"
Every day it's tomorrow.
One day i'll run out of sunset's.
One day, i'll realize, there will always be sunset's but they're not just for me.
Maybe that too will be the day, I forget that your eyes, are my sunset.

Inspiration for this Poem

The contest was a picture prompt. What truly inspired me to write this was the day I drove home from my ex boyfriend's house for what would be the last time. The poem is a representation of what I felt and experienced.

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      Akriti Mattu 2 years ago from Shimla, India

      Lovely poem.

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