I'm not driving anymore


Turn the wipers on
wipe away the mud
I'm not driving
anymore.

The street lights are shining bright
the voices call me on
but my shadow
doesn't strike the floor.

Can somebody paint me a picture
and leave it in the road
where i can stumble across it
before i quit
this frightful show.

It doesn't have to be a Renoir
or even a blue Picasso
just a normal little place
somewhere quiet
for me to go.

So turn the wipers on
wipe away the mud
I'm not driving
anymore.


© Rik - 25/04/2006



Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-04-26 at 02:14

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BlueyedSoul
love your work.....though this one does puzzle me lol....i still enjoyed every word

~BlueyedSoul
2006-04-27



... I'm not driving anymore
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Feel like i'm knocking on heaven's door...
This is the association that popped up in my head...
Beautiful text
2006-04-26


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
brilliant poem Rik as per usual well done rgds Mike
2006-04-26


Morpheus
I loved the lines you wrote, especially the second verse":

The street lights are shining bright
the voices call me on
but my shadow
doesn't strike the floor.

I felt a sadness to this, and almost remorse. It is almost like existing in life, and yet not quite 'living' life. Wonderful write..
2006-04-26