My Hell Of A Private Driver
at long distance travels
i get this hell kind of a private driver
who does not care if he dies
or i die
as though life in this instance
has no meaning
at all
recklessly, i say no word
and he says no word
perhaps we feel the same thing
when we left
home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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