Pathfinder

by Kelsey   Feb 28, 2005


You put the key into my ignition
My engine rumbles
Comes to life

Gravel crunches beneath my tires
Dirt clouds like gas
Choking life

Blinkers blinking
Yellow lemons
Flashing slow

My hood is crushed
Metal crumples like paper
The tree you hit

The trunk is fine
Chunks are gone
Navy blue flecks of paint like your eyes

You won't drive me again, anyone again,
Drivers seat deathbed
Life ends

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  • 19 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    Wonderfully writen, at first i was thinking "wow....this is not going to be a good poem" but in the end i was like "wow...that is a great way to put it...driverseat is their deathbed" that metaphore was amazing. I really liked it.

    Five/Five

    P.S. You should comment and vote on some of my stuff if you get the time.

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