Playing Chicken With Life Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

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