More rain had fallen in the hour just past
Than on every day in the last month
And it fell on me
On the other side of the windscreen
Was a curtain of water
Car lights faded and the road met the sky
In a blur unseen at 60 miles per hour
Everything disappeared then
The road had no end
No symbolism
No metaphor
No soul or forgiveness
I looked for a break
For a time out
A sliver of blue or
Glint of light
A chance to just open the door and
Get out
Respite was not on the cards
The day remained a single lane
No hard shoulder
Stuck in a hell of inbetween places
Not really present and not really past
And though I knew what was there
At the end of the journey
Still my foot was held to the floor
Speeding blindly back to it.