Untitled Poem by Bryan Lee Greer

She dropped him off on the side of the road, about mid morn
watching her drive away was like watching her drive off a cliff.
He knew it would be the last time he ever saw her.
Standing there alone on the side of the road,
scared and alone, alone and affraid, he looked to the sky, no sun to be seen, clouds moving in creating a dull screen.
The first dropp landed on the tip of his nose,
soon followed by a downpour of tears from heaven,
with this thought in his mind it wasnt long before tears of his own began to flow, with cars and trucks buzzing along, he went unnoticed,
raindrops mixing in with his tears, he stood there crying
for the first time in years.
A feeling within he knew all to well, an ache at the pit of his stomach began to swell,
while more and more tears began to well.
He'd told her everything he needed to tell,
or did he?
His legs gave out and there he fell,
a loud humming sound soon becoming clear,
horns honking, tires squeeling,
the sound of metal on metal,
he thought to himself, I know that song, who is it?
who is that? who is that singing? he knew that voice,
somthing about a storm and a highway, ride it out
thats all you can do.
With a jolt his eye's opened,
he was still alive,
why is god so cruel.

Remnants of the music still in his head, a feeling of pain,
a feeling of dread.
Standing at last, soaked with heavens tears,
had to keep moving,
had to leave it all behind,
look straight ahead and keep on moving, one step at a time, thats it, keep moving,
one step, two step, three step four
rotten, rotten, rotten, , , rotten to the core.
Someone pulled up beside him and said get in,
it was a girl,
he said I'm soaked, she said thats ok get in, lets go,
and down the road they went,
dry at last, eye's heavy, knee's week, looking back,
he knew that song, he knew that voice, remnants of the words dancing in his head, a sadness and pain a sense of dread, was it somthing about a highway? a desert highway, ya thats it.

A desert highway, a desert storm,
Two souls met, their love was born,
Alive with passion, alive with pain,
In the middle of nowhere, in the desert rain.

No thats not it, , , or is it?

they were at a crossroads, between love and hate
not sure which way to turn,
go left be lost forever, go right, , , go right
will they ever learn,

two souls locked, lost, gone forever, what does it all mean?
were those the words? hmm
his eye's jolted open once again,
he was still alive,
why is god so cruel.

She held out her hand, said my name's Julie,
he said, nice to meet you, where are we?
on the highway headed east, she said,
the rain had stopped, the clouds were gone,
the sun was shining as they moved on,
she reached over and turned on the radio
there it was, that voice, that song, thats the song
the voice, singing, reciting,
it was Jim Morrison, singing along, riders on the storm
was that it? was that the song?
A loud bang came from the rear, thump, thump, thump,
was all he could hear, a loud humming, soon becoming clear,
horns honking, tires squeeling,
the sound of metal on metal,
music playing, a different tune,
who's that singing, he knew that voice, he knew that song
he knew those lyrics, somthing like,

He woke up this morning on the south side of town
Not sure where he was, had to take a look around
Not sure where he came from, no idea where he'd been
It must have been the beer or the whiskey or gin

No thats not it, , , or is it?
the words, the sounds, I think, I think, I dont know
across the way a sound arose,
a sound of music & poetry or prose
deja vu, thats what it's called,
that smell, that sound, not quite clear
a sense of forboding, a sense of fear
his eye's opened with a jolt, once again
he was still alive,
why is god so cruel.