The Crash Poem by Billy Loving

While in the car I ride
An ambling melody plays inside
Like the blooming of a rose
From the speakers it flows
Destination unknown
Singer begins to wail and moan
A bird flies overhead
Wondering what lies up ahead
Right turn, left turn
As to the direction, there is no concern
Freedom of the road
A lightening of the load
Glare from the sun
Another road just begun
I see the mountaintops so white
Much to my delight
From out of nowhere, comes a deer
Which direction should I steer
To the left I cut
As the car runs through a rut
Over the bank I go
As the car stops with a crashing blow
There is a thundering smack
While everything turns pitch black
Of consciousness, no more
As the rain begins to pore