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.'
Jerry, the poetic vision (as encapsulated in the last two lines) is also terribly good! Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Terribly dead' is brilliant. The lines that separate are a brilliant metaphor for the mind going off the rails - either in a dream or in a moment of irrationality. Thank god your inner child has thus far kept you safe. A fascinating piece that helps the reader understand. love, Allie xxxx