Recklessly Fast
Recklessly fast,
Not wanna be last,
Fast as a hungry man's feast,
I mean real fast.
Like a coward,
Stuck in the middle of a mist,
Very thick mist,
Moving to the east.
A route, filled with shortcuts,
Does not have smooth turns,
As the long route
That you cannot bear taking
May be kind of breathtaking
But the results devastating.
By Samkelo Dlamini
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
