The Haunted Road

Driving
the steel
and black wheels
turning
onwards
without destination
pausing in moments
for something familiar
some trace of knowing
Distance approaches
blurs into passing
colourless void
without change
so much to long for
takes so much effort
so much strength to contain
The haunted road
the scattered ghosts
of years of days and nights
driving these wires
of darkness
fleeting shapes
in the lights
Violent landscape
internal dreamscape
a journey that constantly tells
leaving places
losing each other
we lose whole parts of ourselves.