Screeching Tires
Crushing of metal,
The sound of breaking glass,
Smell of hot engine oil
And the heat from burning gas.
All mental control was lost,
Head throbbing from emotional pain,
Vision clouded with remorseful tears
As anger pulsed through swollen veins
Shaking hands violently shifted gears
As dangerous speeds were angrily reached,
As hurting words echoed in ears
And treacherous corners made tires screech.
The road was slick with rain,
And the body numb with heartaches pain,
Unaware of red lights flashing,
Ears deaf to the oncoming train
Taken from this world
In the proverbial blink of an eye,
Without any justification
Or a clear reason why.
Was it all just for love
Or was it for a lie?
Was it due to selfishness and pity?
Or an unwillingness to even try?
Was it fate or just a random event?
It’s too puzzling yet to decide,
Because for all anyone really knows
It could have been an act
Of emotional suicide
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
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