Lines That Separate - Poem by jerry hughes
I have a sense of desperation because
the next turn on this rutted road is blind.
I'm unable to control my direction, or destiny.
Headlights on high beam mar my vision.
I can't see the white lines that separate life
from serious injury, or death.
Then it happened, my mind turned off.
I pressed the accelerator to the floor,
relishing the eerie squeal of the tyres
and the oncoming horrendous crash.
'No need to rush, ' a paramedic said.
He's terribly dead.'
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