Jada R

Staring out as the world whizzes by 
It all blends together if your eyes stay open long enough
All the colors become indistinct blurry blobs
With your forehead pressed against the cold glass you picture

Life Remote

Stuck in a cycle of days that seem full of thorns
Each previous mishap pales at the next
As if they are challenged to worsen mercilessly
Every thorn leaves a scar, shredded in deep