Billy Loving


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

Topic(s) of this poem: driving

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016


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