Poem By Kim McInnis

the painfilled notes of my song ring out
dripping ironically
broken in mangled gasps
sobbing as the car tears farther and farther away

I feel a part of me dying
as something new is born

Comments about Driving

I scribbled this down in the car on my way to Toroto over summer vacation. It's narrative; a really sentimental song came on the radio and started to break up as I drove away from the signal. Getting away from the troubles and torment of regular life in my regular place. Or, in essence, taking a vacation.
Once again Kim you have totally curve balled me. I am having trouble deciphering this one. send me a message on how this one plays out.
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