Tennessee

2:11 PM Poetry 0 Comments

"Its been such a long day," I whisper to myself
As the Tennessee hills are zooming past
You look so tired sitting there
The wind dancing with your hair
As happy music imposes itself
The silence is so deafening
These happy songs don't mean a thing
We both know why we're driving here
Running from this constant fear
Of ghosts and cold and broken home
Of more than just being alone
Driving from persistent pyre
Fueled by only tears and fire
I don't know where we're going
But I hope we make it there alive
Its dark outside, should we sleep now?
Pull into the rest stop just to get a little rest
No, we aren't there yet
But if you swallow all your sorrow
Close your eyes and just wait
We'll be there by tomorrow