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. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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