Dirt Road to Paradise

In this day

She pretended.

 

She sold her silver car

And thew away her golden keys.

 

Every mirror was broken, shattered.

There was no image left.

 

She strolled along

A dirt road to nowhere.

 

At the end of that road

Was a paradise in which she could hide.

Reviews

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I know the feeling..looking for that little paradise myself

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem makes me wonder what this woman is hiding from and why. It is a bit mysterious and the imagery allows me to picture a woman walking ways from her car throwing the keys into a grassy field and slow staggering down the road.

[InkSlinger]

Trust me, we all wish we could hide at times.. right now, I am feeling I might just join her.. even if it's just for a few hours.. Nice work, short, direct and enough visuals to take the reader on the trip with you..