Miles

"Miles"

I wander the streets

Old and weary

With tired and worn out feet

I follow the cracked and dusty paths of many mistakes

And where once traveled machines of lust and bravado

Now only calloused and hardened footfalls tread

The smiles of my youth dared to speed along the highways of life

Unflinching in the eyes of danger

Uncaring of what scars I stacked upon my soul

Or what wounds I slashed into other’s hearts

I was the beast of speed and desire

An engine purring contented with whatever I did

And now with miles between me and that new car smell

I realize I should have paid better care

To the vessel I drive

My body is not as withered as my mind

One that envisioned me as invincible and forever

With duct tape and a small hammer

I struggle to find my way

All the while banging on my motor

Trying to find the road that leads me to peace

A junkyard where I can ease into hibernation

While hiding from all wrong turns I have made

Robert Lloyd