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.  

This poem is about: 
Me

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