brakes by Angela Thomas do i stay or do i go? stay with the complications, questions about text messages and sneaking between breaks and hearts. go with lost lovers, sweet caresses promised on little pieces of thread, nights spent alone in a foreign country, with only a streetlight as company. i don't know if i'm ready to deal with all the responsibility of being with you. babies, and family, and cars whizzing by in the night looking for trouble. i don't know if i'm ready to go and travel the world by myself with a prayer and a hope that everything will turn out okay. that a backpack full of clothes and shoes full of feet will be enough to last the winter. i'm lost. i feel like i'm driving down a steep hill and the brakes on my car are almost out and it's raining and the light up ahead is red and the car keeps speeding up and up and there is no solution, only instinct. 08/27/2009 Posted on 08/27/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 08/27/09 at 12:36 PM Sometimes life is like that. We put one foot in front of the other, sometimes walking sometimes running and only instinct keeps from running into a wall. Good write lady. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)