Rubber and Speed
Red shines on my face.
Brightness repeadily shrinking my pupils
again and again.
Darkness soon falls.
Critters break through brush.
Slurs fly as their life ends.
Death by rubber and speed, gruesome indeed.
Stretches of straightaways.
Continual curves.
Look left,
286 miles.
Look right,
a vast, white landscape
untouched by man.
9:37 p.m.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
I feel weary.
I lack patience.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.