People might think I’m insane

M.E.M.

If they knew what was going on inside my head.

Driving close to 80 on the highway

A pickup truck in front of me

It’s bed full of wooded slats.

What if, I say to myself

a sharp piece of wood came through my windshield and stabbed me in neck?

Yet I would decide to keep driving till I made it to the hospital.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2024 09:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is an actual thought I had once. Created: 11/2/24 (Very fitting for how I feel today)
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