Speed Kills Poem by Phil Soar

Speed Kills



Sitting alone
by the phone
calling home
no reply

Trying again
deep in pain
quite insane
no reply

Bleeding inside
lying astride
A motorbike ride
no more pride

Calling for help
cursing oneself
Speed didn't help
no more time

Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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