Thomas King Poet Rhyme

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

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