David Maynard Poet Rhyme

The Race

Downhill dart
In a hard rain
Brakes squeeling loudly
Yielding no refrain 
No line to start
Only a race to begin
Staring at death 
Not expecting to win
Trophy worth taking
The poles are level
Showing no fear
Mimicking the devil
Pall Mall blazing
Fumes fade fast
Confidence fading
This feeling won't last
Chasing destiny 
Life can be a hairpin turn
Reasons written in books
On pages that were burned
Champion to the moment
Clinching the wheel
Finish line in sight
Seems so unreal
Stories soon forgotten 
As quickly as they're told 
Dead end ahead 
Race for the gold
Living in infamy
Instead of breaking just bend
Ride off into the sunset
Disappear in the end

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Ann Cantu March 24, 2022 at 4:41 PM Good initial use of tension and suspense. It levels out in the middle and eases up in the end, as intended. It's always a pleasure to read something different, like this.