The making of toxic memoirs as
I find myself driving to you
Unable to find common ground
I try to recall
lively talks that used to be ours
but the song that plays on the radio
overwrites all our static memories away
The further I drive
The less I seek you
The more that I think
The closer I arrive near my soul and
all it says is to keep you away but
all I do is to reach closer to
where you stay
The want of what I don’t need
flies along with me
Self-imposed dooms and
destructive tendencies
are silent killers that lull you
into a sleep that you only wake up from
when an accident occurs
Crash. Fog reflects on shatter glass.
Eyes open up
to a near death experience
The journey taught all I
chose to ignore
victimising, blaming and projecting
all that I meticulously let myself
be subjugated to
every single moment of this drive
Wreckage. A limp serves as a reminder.
as I enter the fog this time
and leave behind the toxicity
that still leaks as I escape
I hear a blast behind me and I tell myself
If you look back, you let it come with you
But if you don’t, you walk into you
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I enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for liking <3
A car is quite a dangerous thing, but perhaps not as toxic, despite the gas, as our own thoughts can sometimes be.
The car is exactly a metaphor for that
Cool. This made me think cars also sort of represent the bad side of technology, they’re dirty (though getting cleaner) and them getting automated (though that’s a ways away) could cost a lot of jobs.
Thanks for the like! I just updated my Tools of will power to be much more thorough and spell checked.
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Liked this poem!! Resonates with me ✌
Glad you liked it 🖤
Don’t have enough words .. but its written beautifully. It has an impact on the reader ✌.. especially like the last two sentences❤ thanks for the poem. ✌
Thank you so much ☺️
Amazing poem!!
Thank you. Glad you went through some of my poems 🖤