Screeching Tyres
Rubber slips on the road ahead,
It’s a dream I had while asleep in bed.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Just 17 and ill prepared for such a car.
Far to fast for my skills, left with a scar.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Skidding side to side with no control,
then hitting the kerb, I started to roll.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Laying lifeless on the side of the road,
still the ability to think my car may explode.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Waking a week later in a place unknown
To find I have more than one broken bone.
Still, the sound of those screeching tyres.
Thirteen years on it still strikes a nerve
Listening to a car when it has to swerve
…..the resounding sound of those screeching tyres.
Copyright © Gareth James | Year Posted 2010
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