General Poetry posted January 25, 2021

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My last trip home to see my dying father.

Crawling Home

by David Sumich

The ghosts and spirits lured my emotions
Or so I thought on this day of the dead
Closer to the truth is the fact that I'm driving
Released on this blacktop to show up red.

Winding through this pass I focus on you
Are you still awake? Will you receive me?
Shattered by the thought of what is true
I grip the wheel and await what will be.

I can't prepare for what I'll see tonight
I just pray to see your simple life smile
As I break the corner to where you lie
Every crushed dream can sleep for a while.

Road Trip! writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
We can't travel right now, but we can go there in our minds! Write a poem of any length and style about a road trip. Where did you stop? What did you see? What kind of treasures did you pick up along the way? Who did you bring with you? These are just questions to inspire you. You do NOT have to include them in your work. Have fun!

This poem was immediately captured after I visited my father on what would be my last visit to him before he died. I traveled home on a Friday night, which was Halloween night, and he passed on Nov. 3rd of that same year. I constructed the poem in my mind during the 2 hour drive from my home to my parents.

The artwork is an original piece by me also.
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