Don’t Stop Driving

Don’t Stop Driving

I’ve lost my way

I cannot see

What is right in front of me

Tell me what 

I should do

Before it all comes unglued


My head is full 

Tales of grey

I need something to show the way

I haven’t once fallen apart

I know they have my best at heart...

But if they don’t...


What is right, what is wrong

The whole world has been thrown upon 

A rocky unforgiving shore 

What’s all this?

There must be more.  

D.R.H.

Copyright Donna Hedges 2021

Hi. I'm Donna. I'm pretty new to this but passionate about poetry. I hope you enjoy my writing. I am creating a long-running story line personifying people struggling to understand one another.

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