Driving

by The Fallen Angel (David Strife)   Apr 12, 2006


Sitting in the car
driving like crazy
just to get there on time
stepping down the gas slowly
going faster every second
avoiding the cops
trying to stay on the road
squeezing the steering wheel
harder and harder
fastest on the road
fastest in the area
170 miles in hour
the sweat down my face
i appear at her house
its too late
shes dead...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jessica

    Ommgg! i love this poem! itz amazing.. but so sadd.. is this true? i hope its just a metaphor.. i really liked this poem! keep writing more!
    jessy

  • 18 years ago

    by tiffany

    You don't have to explain yourself when you write a poem. People either like it or they don't, and I for one like this poem. It is deep and suspenseful, and it kind of shocked me with the end. I loved it, short and straight to the point.
    xox tiffany

  • 18 years ago

    by Erikah

    Umm...ok...thats not really imaginable...170 mph? And why is she dead? wut happened?

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