Skidmark Poem by Dan Brown

Standing there, in the middle lane. I hear
screeching, as I watch you race away
From me. Black clouds descend and
empty themselves violently on my
shoulders; already so heavy.
Middle of the road. Warning: Heavy load.
I collapse, can’t take the strain.
Curl up, and cry, alone in the rain.
Tired and broken, I crawl to a doorway.
Throw head into hands and begin to pray.
God answers in angry rumbles and stabs at
me with forks. His aim requires attention, as
He misses me every time. Cuts deep initially,
but then fades into the dark. That’s all our relationship
was, a simple, stretching skidmark.