Driving into the Storm

  it is 4:48, and there is no horizon.

there is no light,

and there is no sun

today.


There is the blacked-out sky,

looming over our town

like an overlord

upon us.


And we drive

into

the storm.


Despite the pelting

we recieve

despite the threats

the roars

the anger

our overlord thrusts at us

we drive,

still forward.

past the broken down trucks

and the headlights

from the opposite direction

they are all similar,

they are all

escaping.


But we are not heroes

for driving into this beast

we are not soldiers

we are just...

    going home.