My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo. <br />We are on route 9, sliding down- <br />towards Boston. <br /> <br />I am 8 years old, <br />my brother is 10 <br /> <br />God, he seems so old <br /> <br />All-of-a-sudden, I-imagine-myself-gone.It-is-as-though-I-am-gone-from <br />this-world.I-imagine-that-I-don't-exist.If-I-stay-silent-long-enough <br />no-one-will-see-me-I-will-disappear.No-one-has-talked-to-me-in-8-minutes. Does-it-mean-that-I-am-gone? I- hold-my-breath-and-no-one-can-hear-me, no-one-can-see-me. <br /> <br />Have-I-disappeared?<br /><br />Samuel Stuart Pennell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/route-9-massachusetts/
