Side Of The Road_

I might end up on the side of the road.

Where the deer and prey lay.

Carcasses picked clean to the bone. 

If I keep on like this, will I grow old?

Or will I end up on the wrong side of the road?

The traffic coming at me.

I\'d be alone.

My body freezing over,

as I\'m left in the cold.

 

I might end up on the side of the road.

The driver passing by,

left haunted by the frost on my bones.

The rearview mirror thawed enough,

to see the vultures as they gloat.

Lost in the sight,

attention postponed,

the driver might startle to the wrong lane,

and veer off the side of the road.