Soaked+Night+by+Jacob+Tyles+and+Matthew+Schueler 

// Soaked Night //

I put the keys in the ignition and hit the gas, with only you on my mind on this soaked night. Lapsing in and out, I was nothing but jaded from a distant memory. How could I possibly go and be lonely? How could such full matters be held with such empty hope? My hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white with hurt. Where I will end up, I do not know. I only wish not to go back home.

Only life runs her course on the boundless road, home away from home. The lights flash by, only as transparent as the night Thousands of little raindrops pound against the wipers as they wipe away dolorous hurt. Embedded within me is the sheer hurt of a single, painful memory, Faceless clusters whizz past my eyes, also marred by hope, That which has made me so damned lonely.

It seems that I shall be forever alone, so lonely. For there is far too much hate for me back home. Too much for me to reconsider any phantom hope. All I can do is follow the road, one which fades out into the colorless night. On the pedals, my feet slowly press down, speeding to forget a memory. I tighten my grip on the wheel, rushing to lose the momentum of hurt.

It’s not your fault, I too am the playwright of my own hurt. Infuriated do I get with the idea of you leaving me, the idea of being lonely. Look at me now, out on the open roads. So far have I travelled for the sake of a memory. Dear God, please tell me, why I can’t go home. Where shall I go? I am lost here in the night, Chained by the nightmare bottled up within myhope.

The volumes of rain now began to ceaselessly plummet, ruining any hope of returning home. Where else do I have to go? Tell me why does it hurt? Oh God take me into the all-consuming darkness of night! And I weep, knee deep in the tears of sadness, more than I have ever felt, I am lonely. Free me from the perpetual state that I am in alone! I am without shelter, without a home- I am a man escaping my own memory!

I have no one but you to rain down incessant torment on my soaked memory. New rays shine down on my face, stand alone, basking in my new hope. I must go back home, For I am now unburdened by my old hurt. No longer am I lonely. No longer do I fear the night.

The end of night brings forth many recollections of a sunny memory No longer do I need to be lonely, for I am driven by the new rays of hope. Hurt, as I pull in the driveway, I await the warm embrace of a loved one. I am home.