Here’s my narrative poem inspired by You Shook Me by AC/DC!
Bass thumps from the speakers
as I fly down the highway
with sunglasses filtering the sunlight
and a smile curving my lips.
Home’s a distant point in my rear-view mirror
and freedom stretches in front of me
but I can’t make a run for it yet.
I have a friend that craves her freedom
a way out
and I’m more than willing to help.
I really like the vivid scene you paint here in just a few lines, especially these: "Home’s a distant point in my rear-view mirror and freedom stretches in front of me."
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