The Last Drive
She parked you in the scrap yard.
You bought the hose and tape on your card.
Works pilling on the pressure.
You left a detailed letter.
Your health is on the wain.
The carbon dioxide will kill the pain.
I can see no change in sight.
You picked your spot and parked at night.
Relationships are just a scream.
The hose connected the car was sealed, all done in a dream.
A future you can not see.
So you just turn the car key
and in a haze my troubles fade away.
Copyright © Steve Pen | Year Posted 2020
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