Headlights Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Headlights



Lines of lights passing by, creating illusions of
solid blocks of white.
Without a sound, racing past in quiet desperation,
seething under pounds of heatened steel.
rolling away or around, distinguishing the roads
in front of us.

Thursday, April 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: desperation,headlights,poem
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