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Speeding
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Other Poems Flying away,
Down the moonlit night.
The road becomes your canvas.
And the tires your brush.
Rubber your paint.
And your mind lets you create the picture.
Lines here,
Circles there.
The parking lot filled with smoke.
The people pass by.
Yet they don't come near.
And before it’s even started.
I'm gone back into the night.
Driving down the road.
Squinting through the lights.
Trying to keep your mind on right.
Watching the lines on the road.
As they become as wavy as ribbon,
Blowing in the evening wind.
The sun sets behind the mountains.
The hues of purple and orange shine across the heavens.
You look down to the green ground,
And your hand feels the soft grass.
A loud noise takes your attention,
And you glance over to the black road.
The silver car,
Flies across the fields.
Doesn’t see the sun,
Nor the birds flying away from the noise.
Yet I speed on.
The light hits me full blown,
As I crest the mountain.
The sun stares me down.
A duel in the heavens.
I drive toward the sunset.
Lose sight of all that around me.
A sudden drop and the sun disappears,
I careen down the mountain.
The fight is lost,
For I have fallen first.
And yet as I speed faster and faster.
I don't see the blurs of the signs.
Warning the curve ahead.
Suddenly the road veers right,
And the car keeps going straight.
The grass disappears,
As the dirt covers it over,
And the car flies down the field.
Flipping over and over.
Glass flies into my face.
And blood trickles down my cheeks.
My last breath of air,
Knocked out by the belt,
Holding me in place.
The car comes to a rest.
Near the bottom by a stream.
Water flows by,
Over the rocks and down the falls.
The mist of evening,
Rises around the car.
And besides the scar left down the hill,
Its pristine beauty is ignited by the setting sun.
Surreal is the sight.
As the colors intermingle.
They talk to each other,
Seeing which is better.
Yet as every night,
Blackness always wins out.
I stand looking at the pile of twisted metal.
Feel the dried blood on face and fingers.
I walk as if in a trance.
But stumble down the path.
My gaze falls upon the winding road.
And the pair of lonely headlights heading this way.
I walk up to the side,
And stand there.
Depressed.
Lost.
And in pain.
Yet the car speeds by.
No different than any day.
No one notices.
No one cares.
Not just about me.
But about anyone.
No one helps anymore.
To busy with our own lives.
Until one day we are that person on the side of the road.
The person we have passed many times before.
And we just wish someone will stop.
Yet I speed on by.
Knowing that they never stopped for me,
All those years I was stuck there.
Now they know how I still feel.
