its been a long time

Yes, its been a long time since I've tried my hand at poetry so apologies if it sounds like it was written by an angst-ridden teenager.

She whines
like an asthmatic refridgerator
humming to herself
shuffling up and down
making the occasional
unintelligable murmur
(what was that?)
mulling it over
They said,
"Everyone has to have a home,
you don't always need to be alone."
In her home
with the tv on
and the sound turned off.

Impulsive forever
like a whim that never stops
(a good idea gone bad with time and neglect)
whims
she didn't know what they were
or why she had to have them
but she assumed she did and that was all she had to know.

She is this very instant
asleep at the wheel
its cold in there
with the key in the ignition and the lights off
- they smashed the windsheild-
and left shards everywhere

She has never now been more awake
setting her face against the elements
-frowning into the wind-
not knowing that nothing can stop it
from blowing right through her.