5 Miles Till The Road Runs Out - Poem by Freddy Ibarra
On the highway doing over eighty
during falling day driving crazy
lost my way swerving shady
still the streets won't stay, eyesight fading.
my heart is okay, but the vessels failing
can't see straight, something in the blood? Maybe.
I'm just trying to runaway,
outrun the demons that have been behind me lately
objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
how in my hell... can they follow me here?
losing my grip on the stir
wheeling over my two tears
bridge almost done in a mile, my cost to fear
my son don't love me... the sun don't love me
my wife won't touch me... the life won't touch me
my demons hug me, they're way too touchy...
my wife is getting drunk on the porch
my son obsessed with my new Porsche
she leave me with no resort...
just a escort to my last court
I'm kneeling, to the feeling of my hearing...
I'm so distraught.
Where are you, my God?
the water taste funny in this river
it's cold like my heart, I shiver..
the thought of heaven, gets me to quiver
can't buy my way...my Porsche only silver
I'm fading to another place, and I still feel her.
I love y...
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