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Tire tracks

Updated on November 7, 2010

Now for something a little different

Tire tracks
Going nowhere.

A sense to behold
with no one to share.

Blindly my eyes surge
forward beyond my sight.

Yet without refuge
how can I take flight.

We are one missed breath
from an ending by dying.

It is so miserable
I cant help sighing.

Where is all the sense?
Where is the calm?.

I cant go anywhere
without telling time.

Quietly go
just go away

Misery loves company
that is all I can say.

So tell me
don't show me.

What am I doing?
To you I am meaning
You just keep giving
me the looks.
Those looks
an empty book
on the brain.
A deadly type of silence
Morbid reality is crazy

Blindness is melancholy
to nth degree.

Silence yet not heard
Do you agree?

So take my car
and show me the tire tracks

Take me somewhere
but don’t take me far.

Confusion lies in sense
a pertinence.

Yet if the tire tracks are
there before the wind blows,

Make me happy
line my dreams in their rows.


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      Ben Evans 7 years ago

      Thank you Kavita. I agree. I am going to make the change. I am glad you came by to read

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      Kavita Trivedi 7 years ago from London

      This is a beautifully crafted piece of dark dramatic poetry

      One thing though, may be change 'going to no where' to 'going no where' it helps it flow better

      Stanza 12 - should it read 'What am I doing?'

      My apologies if the orginal wording was the true meaning-this is still a great piece!

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      Ben Evans 7 years ago

      Hey thank you faithfulpen. It is a bit different than my norm and I am glad you liked it.

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      faithfulpen 7 years ago

      Different, but I liked it!