When things at home get too much,
I begin to feel out of touch.
Numb to the people surrounding me,
Numb to them arguing constantly.
In my mind I'm no longer here,
In my mind I'm no longer in fear.
Instead I'm driving down a wide stretch of land,
Surrounded by mountains and desert sand.
Everyone else is somewhere far,
It's just me, the road, and my car.
My windows down, I breath the air,
Driving along without a care.
I'm finally free of all worry,
For here in this desert no one will find me.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
