Blurred Poem by Sandra Martyres

Driving at high speed
All the images across
The vast terrain covered
Were completely blurred
Yet he carried on bravely
With a mission to accomplish
He had no choice but to drive on
Apart from two short stops
He had not taken any break
For almost eighteen hours
Now the night had fallen
The route was pitch dark
Apart from the headlights
Of the on coming vehicles
His eyes felt heavy and tired
Yet he continued determinedly
After a point in time he felt
That the car was on auto-pilot
It was leading him and he felt
Less pressured by the journey
It was only when he felt a thud
That he realised all was not well
The car bounced up and down
Before landing on the ground
Completely shaken up and
Now wide awake he stepped
Out of the vehicle to assess
The damage he had caused
When his mobile phone rang
In a trembling voice his wife
Declared that their little son
Had succumbed to his illness
The medication that he carried
Would no longer be required
He did not need to speed
The funeral timing would
Be fixed after his arrival
He just sat on the side-walk
His eyes completely blurred
As he wept uncontrollably
For his lost little boy
Whose loving spirit had
Saved him from a fatal accident