Ghosts - The Driver Poem by Paul Warren

It had been a terrible mistake he made
Driving from the the farm house glade
There had been a barbecue and drinking too
More than he should have wanted to do

And now he drives through the country wide
Trying to find his way home to be by his lover's side
He tries to focus on the driving task as each wheel turns
But the nightmare comes back where he crashes and burns

He knows, no he prays that he didn't die
But drives on forever towards the red angry sky!

© Paul Warren Poetry