Car park

I’m driving and I’m driving

And the spaces just aren’t there

Hollows by the sides of giant 4x4s instead

The rain is beating downwards and the tires are getting slick

A rising sense of panic is making me feel slightly sick

Lights flash, horns blare, tires squeal upon the ground

And I’m driving and I’m driving

And there’s nothing all around

A slightly panicked poem about that feeling when you can’t find a space, time is ticking and frustration is rising.

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4 thoughts on “Car park

  1. A wonderful poem that effortlessly depicted the frustration and anxiety can so easily creep into our lives.Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊

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