Fast, fast, faster
What harm could there be?
I know this road
Like the back of my hand
It's been dark for hours
That only means no one
Else will be on the roads
I remember the animals
I can see well enough to swerve
Around them safely
Then my sight doubles,
Still driving but I see myself
The oppossum lumbers out
I miss him
And lose control
Wrapped around a tree
The darkness is red
Can't think enough to reach into my pocket,
To call my mom
My dad
An ambulance...
I see them finding me
At dawn,
Mangled and numb
Leaning back
Less than half conscious
I slow down
The vision fades
As I round the sharp bend
Prayers slip from my lips
And I remember why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem