Lost Heart Breaker Poem by Nestor David Armas

I woke up this morning
Dressed in black
Still in mourning
Not looking back
I closed the door
My sleeve tore
Got in my car
The drive was not far
I was crying sad
Someone cut me off
And I got real mad
But only for a minute cough
Syrup in hand
Going to robotrip land
Played an upbeat song
To raise my heart's beat
Which was barely there
Faint it wouldn't be long
Before it would deplete
My strength; blurring the street
My eyes were leaking
All over the steering wheel
I could lose control seeking
To end it all toe-heel toe heel
The familiar shifting autonomous
Feeling quite anonymous
Forgotten by someone I adored
For a moment the gas I floored
Going faster and faster
At least of my life's death I am master
But nearing my destination I slowed down
The music my screams couldn't drown
Any longer, hoarse, patted dry my tears
Put on my mask for the ball of fakers
Maybe for a few hours of grinding gears
I'd forget my sorrows my lost heart breaker...