IN HUSHED VOICES

by Gabriel Search

I drive at night, and at night I feel.

I feel a night inside of me and,
As much it is felt, it is
Never as dark as the night outside...
On this foggy road the ice cold
Wind cuts my skin, pierces in,
And all I am is a cold breeze
Inside... What am I? A cold
Breeze night inside or a Me,
Driving this car at night?