The Drive

April 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

When you’re alone at night, watching footpaths rush by,

The rain like pellets across your windscreen, the wind a hurricane,

Remember back to when there was still fire in the sky,

The days of coloured dawn, not dusks,

Early morning mists of our sweet July

And wonder what will remain

 

Of that day that you have fled;

A crumbling home in the dust,

A swiftly unbinding thread –

And am I to simply pick up pieces,

Or to wonder of all you’ve said

From your already broken, forsaken trust?

 

Remember the better days as I weep,

Scrutinizing all of my mistakes:

I’ll blame you for the restless sleep

And the anguish of a heartbreak

That’s furrowed too deep

And your drive is reason for the heartache.

 

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo is a form called Genesis.

This one was a pretty difficult rhyme scheme to attempt but the lack of syllable constraints was a good breather from the Choka of yesterday!

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