Reckless

gray0328

 

The night wore its dark coat  

heavy and loose on my shoulders.  

I mistook my bravado for bravery,  

a bottle my compass, no maps.  

 

The road whispered slow warnings  

I ignored like a reckless child.  

Rubber met asphalt, a clumsy waltz,  

headlights slicing silence into fragments.  

 

And then—soft thud, life interrupted.  

Fur crumpled, breath stolen mid-flight.  

I stumbled out, whiskey on my tongue,  

and found innocence under my wheels.  

 

Grief howls like a wounded dog,  

its teeth sharper than morning regret.  

I thank the stars for stopping there,  

no mother's son beneath my tires.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2026 04:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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  • sorenbarrett

    This is a fave Gray. Some really great lines here "a bottle my compass, no maps." a poignant message sent in a tense moment of the poem. Sad none the less in the injury of an animal and the question remains will it be enough to effect change. Lovely

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren I appreciate your feedback

      • sorenbarrett

        Always a pleasure

      • Thomas W Case

        This strikes hard and true—gritty, remorseful, and heartbreakingly human. The imagery hits like a punch you can’t look away from.

        • gray0328

          Thanks for sharing your feedback brother I always appreciate your thoughts on my work

        • 2781

          I was thinking of a nightmare like that today, as I speed along in the rain.



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