Along The Broken Road
Gear box rickety, breathing uncontrollably
The sound that every human dreads
the sound of their final breath
In slow motion i see light, bright light
the soon to be broken light
gust of wind that comes from behind
throwing my car onto the opposite side
life flashes, before my eyes
my car's now driving, towards the light
Crash
The final breath my lungs take in
no pain, no exhale, nor suffering
I feel bad for keeping you waiting
as i lay here, soul slowly fading
the ring in my pocket, that has broken to pieces
my chances of survival, it quickly decreases
body cold, death taking hold
as i lay dead along the broken road
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Author:
Joe\'s Poems (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Great write! I am wondering about the ring in your pocket that has broken into pieces....but a dark write nevertheless. Sad but well written!
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