Near Miss
Driving home one afternoon from school,
It was raining and the air was nice and cool.
Less than a mile from home in my little S-10,
Traveling the same road again and again.
It was a freshly paved road around the bend,
Taking it nice and easy because my turn was at the end.
A dark green car came around in my lane,
I swerved so I would not hit the insane.
Before I could even blink an eye,
My truck was sideways as my tires let out a cry.
I had to think fast my time was running out,
I’m not going to live through this, my mind full of doubt.
Sharply turning the wheel all the way to the left,
Holding on for life like protecting something from theft.
The front tire bites and the truck slings around,
My heart sinks as I see a stop sign firmly planted in the ground.
Now bounding through the ditch on the other side,
Landing hard hitting my head as I cry inside.
Clipping the stop sign on the right side of my truck,
Is it over yet? Can I have the worst luck?
Woods dead ahead as if signs weren’t enough,
Now I’m dodging trees, bushes and stuff.
I slam on the breaks thinking how could it hurt,
I close my eyes as my tires fill with dirt.
The truck stops. I’m not moving anymore,
“Is this the end?” I think as I reach for the door.
My eyes open now looking at a tree,
I can’t believe I made it, someone was looking out for me.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 04/01/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment