Too Tired to Drive

This old body is tired.  I'm sure the car must be as tired as me.  We've both driven 800 miles and need to stop.  The drive began early this morning with a fast get-a-way.  I only had time to gather a few belongings, throw them into the car, choke down a sweet roll and some warm coffee then drive like "He" was on my tail.  Stopping for gas was the only reason this car was switched off all day long.  I have constantly checked the rear view mirror, fearing to see "Him."
My mind is a blur.  Thinking of the events over the past 24 hours is painful.  I try to meditate but cannot even clear my mind.  Closing my eyes is impossible because "He" is there.  Where can I turn?  I've got to sleep, but then.....  Why me?  Why did it have to happen to me?  I did what any good citizen would do; stepping in and blocking that gun....his fist.....the knife....why?  After all of the good intentions, "He" saw me.  I knew the look, his evil thoughts...."He" was after me....I just knew it.
The night is long and I cannot sleep.  The clock says 1:00 am but my body goes further than the late time.  I am coming apart!  I cannot go on....this is killing me!  Sleep....peace......calm......I try to relax.  I've got to let go.
My eyes snap open!  Something awoke me.  What was it?  I heard something......  The night is still so dark and quiet, yet I heard something....
There it is again!  It sounds like a faint....
I've got to move....it's coming!  Go!  Got to get out of here!

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