The Seat Belt

Noah

I'll keep you safe. I'll never let you go.

Others my push. Back, I will pull.

To keep you here is how I serve.

Take me away, I'll reach your nerves.

The law states me. You'll pay a price.

Whichever it may be, Death never looked so nice.

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 18th, 2017 01:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem depicts your average seat belt while carrying a double meaning for addiction.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • onepauly

    and death shall have no dominion

  • Tony36

    Great write



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