This room which I sit
Replaying my life
As if it were a skit
Closely resembeling
A accident
Because i feel
Like I been hit
Riding down a road
That's slick
Making different turns
Hopeing to be fixed
Pain in open wounds
Blood filling in the car
Drowning me
Making it my tumb
Reading the signs
They all are spelling doom
Panicing as i ride
Prepared for any thing
As the day's sun
Turns to the night's moon
The lonelyest trip down a
One way path
Confused
Not knowing whos
Traveling towards me
Playing chicken with
On coming traffic
Riding without brakes
So you know this story's
Ending is tragic
For me to survive this ending
Would have to be magict
But I'm prepared
For my out come
Just keeping it logict
You can't keep riding
Into on coming traffic
Without expecting
Something to happen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem