Empty Streets Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty Streets



Raring to race down tracks of yesterday,
filling up with energy and heading down empty streets.
Left alone, racing into a crowded banquet set alongside
the road in a settlement of curiosity.
Taking turns, equally, hoping for the best, as turning,
I almost hit a forest of trees heading right for me.
Telling whispers hitting the gas pedal, forlornly
expecting not to stop.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 04 November 2013

not to stop, go on, good one. Please read my poems and say something.

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