THE DRIVE

The lines in the middle of the road become one
My eyes grow heavy as each mile passes

The congestion of the night is falling ill on my space
The darkness is unwelcoming, growing thicker, as the hours pass

Seeing visions of past dreams stepping onto the road in front of me
My God!
Sleep deprivation has plagued my mind

Without thinking about any particular thing, my eyes creep up to the rearview mirror
Taking a silent gulp
My throat falling into my heart

Suddenly I feel a presence, coldly crawling over my back
I see a full figured man, a shadow, and all but just a top hat on top of his head

A dead stare holding my mind hostage, without a voice, without a stir of movement

Closed my eyes petrified
My heart would not cooperate
Thumping heavily against my chest

Knocking to get out

Struggling to take one breath
Holding it in instead

Nowhere to escape but to merely stay in my seat
To just drive

Praying under my breath and inside my mind
The devil would go away

I threw my eyes up to the ceiling, then down to the rearview mirror

He was gone...