Empty Road.

drunk.

 

I can't keep my eyes open.

 

It's dark in this room.

 

Hailey is here. But she speaks not a word.

 

And the silence, it's making me numb.

 

People are slaming, my back door. And I dream of more trantula, friends call for hailey, but she does not go.

 

I am typing this poem, on an empty road.

Reviews

[Mackenzie]

I was way too drunk when I wrote this, haha!

[Billy]

This gives off a lonely feeling, but I wonder, how much of it is inebriation, and how much is you?