Poetry- A Ride Away From Him

The time has come, so we go

I get in the car; it seems so cramped

With all these bags. First, we cross

So many bridges and so many buildings.

All I see are lights shining so bright

Of course, this is the city that never sleeps

                                                    And like a flash,

I didn’t realize when we passed New Jersey

Now I’m in Pennsylvania, looking crazy

Was I truly so blind? or did I close

My eyes for so long. Next, I see

Complete darkness, the road seems so endless

Yet I look at the sky and see so many stars shining

The road makes me feel so small

I can’t see them, but I know they are there the mountains,

The trees. Even other people looking at me

                                                        The road goes,

On and on, I can’t feel my legs at all

I can’t seem to be able to move anymore

I’ve been in this car for about 9 hours, gosh

When will I be able to move without being squished?

We stopped at a gas station, I see so many different

Structures and land, I see so many new places I never knew about

I smell a new intoxicated air, and that’s how I know

That I’m so far away from home. But a ride away from him

I walked inside the gas station store

So many things to choose from,

Different chips and candies, but I went with coffee

To stay awake. I see the cup, I see the price

I can’t believe how much I have been robbed in my hometown

                                                          We go, once again

This time, we are more close to him

Hello, Ohio; you’re next.

There’s so much in my mind, so I close my eyes

There is nothing much to see,

Just empty roads and empty streets

I see the time, and it is 5 am now

There isn’t much to see, there isn’t much to do

I close my eyes once more and see

Who makes me up,

Isn’t it funny, isn’t it sad, isn’t it strange

How things can change so fast

I was so happy, now I’m so sad

I wish I wasn’t a ride away from him now

I wish I had my eyes closed, and when

I woke up, I’ll be back home

                                           The end

Is near; goodbyes hurt so much

And even now, I can see a rainbow

Forming in the sky, it is gray

It’s so cold, but they say that goodbyes

Can mean a new hello.

This was written by our contributing writer, Karina Alvarez.


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