Creative Writing: I travel in a rush

I travel in a rush,

Looking at the clock in the sky,

It lights my way home in a hush,

Staring at the horizon lets me know it is okay to cry.


Over and over in my head I said, “If Lilly is gone, I will die.”

Off over the hills my car raced,

Into the darkness of the woods I went by,

Nervously I felt as if I was being chased.


My eyes veered right off the road in a haste,

A picture of a young girl rests on my dash,

I’m skeptical to think that in these woods I can never be traced,

Only undressed trees watch me go by in a flash.


I hope to rescue myself from rubble and ash,

And by surprise in the distance I spotted my glorious stash.

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