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A Slave To Asphalt and Concrete

Driving through this endless desert I feel so alone, Thoughts of you float through my mind But worse are thoughts of home. Home? The shelter? The streets? Parking lots? Just close enough to what matters most They say to spread your wings and fly but I chose the freedom of my small town. Now I run from you, from them From the painful memories Run to more streets, a place to put my head and sleep A slave to asphalt and concrete I tried so hard to make it Tried to be what you wanted What they wanted But in the end I never got it. The miles click by, tears fall A new beginning beyond the next mountain range Is it possible? I tried before when things weren't so strange.

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Wally Flint

Date: 4/15/2015 5:21:00 PM

Very nice poem Janet, although very painful. I hope you found your new beginning.

Janet Runyan
Date: 4/15/2015 5:50:00 PM

Thank you. I did find a home and a place to spread my wings. Thank you so much. God bless you

John Lawless

Date: 4/15/2015 7:53:00 AM

The title title got me in.....the first line kept me reading. Nicely written and engaging poem

Janet Runyan
Date: 4/15/2015 8:04:00 AM

Thank you so much. This was a big piece of my soul. It means a lot to get such positive feedback

John Fleming

Date: 4/14/2015 10:18:00 PM

Well - its a seven now!! :) john.

Janet Runyan
Date: 4/14/2015 10:27:00 PM

Janet Runyan
Date: 4/14/2015 10:20:00 PM

Thank you so much. Good luck on your drive and everything else. I hope all goes well. Things did for me over that next mountain range

John Fleming

Date: 4/14/2015 10:16:00 PM

This is a good poem. It has grit and feeling...i like it! Best regards!! :) john. P.s In a couple of hours, at first-light, i have a long, long drive ahead of me under similar sorts of circumstances. A "7".