FicWad

a mess in my head,
from the thoughts in my bed.
trying to sleep at night,
but i'm kept up from the fright.
plagued with memories of the rain.
dripping down,
sounding like the heart beat of a drum.
against my deaf ear drums.
the are cars rushing by.
avoiding my body.

pedal along on my bike nearing home,
along the dusty dirt road.
i was distracted my the flow of wheat.
i didn't realize the sky falling above me.
nor the car, that didn't bother to miss me,
acting like i was a ghost they couldn't see.

that day, the gravel on the road was flung.
on that day, the wheat no longer flowed.
but on that dusty dirt road,
is where my spirit began to roam.