FIVE AM, OHIO
My hands fell on morning
Hard leather, cigarettes
Tint midnight memories.
Smoldering red sun snuck
Up on me. Heartbroken
Mother draped in her gown
Waves me off. From my home
I am free. Speed away
From this place which swallowed
Me, or so I believed
When I went so far West
Dripping in teenage angst
Dirty and determined
I can’t get West enough.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country
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