Seems Poem by Desiree Whitamore

Seems



It seems like you’re okay with this
When I’m so broken up
I let the car spin faster
It never spins enough.

The icy road is threatening
But the temptation takes control
My hands dropp from the wheel
I love this letting go.

This hospital’s too white
Too clean, too filled with death
It contradicts its message
I tried to do my best.

Thursday, November 19, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: car
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