On the road after the people drift off to sleep.
Only the blinking red lights of pointless stops to guide me.
Empty roads that rise and fall lazily.
The sputtering street lights in front of me and the dark absence behind.
Some travel with heart.
A glorious purpose forward that guides them forwards.
Not me.
I am running.
Running away from the person I no longer want to be.
The missteps that led me here.
Once the city’s lights are behind me.
I am left with nothing but a beat up car and my thoughts.
Will I outrun the horror?
Only the rising sun knows the answer.
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Allen The Writer 
I feel the same .
I’m running from my lies I said and a million more to hid it
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I’m glad you enjoyed the Poem and found it relatable.
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Thanks Allen
Btw I’ve organised a poetry competition do participate in it . You’ll be an interesting addition to it.
Check out the rules in my post
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Ok. I’ll definitely check it out
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I was nice talking to you Allen.take care.
Keep writing ❤️
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It was nice talking to you too! Thanks for stopping by and reading my stuff. I really appreciate it! 😁
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