Random Poem Stories

Let Go

My night mares became too real.

So I let go of the steering wheel.

I push on the gas, and start to drift to the side.

Only just now enjoying my ride.

I watch as it flips, and flips.

I watch as my own skin rips

from the force of the crash.

Slowly my cut becomes a gash

I watch as blood streams out.

I watch as the paramedic coming near fills with doubt.

Slowly the world becomes darker.

And shapes look as faded as if written in an old marker.

My eyes become heavy and close shut.