Lost ControlA Poem by Clinton Tyree
And the vehicle defies your every manoeuvre.
It no longer matters where you push and pull the wheel, or how you pump the pedals, you no longer have any influence over the career. Time slows right down to taunt you. You notice briefly the stares of interest, of horror, from passing vehicles. They could do nothing, even if they did want to do more than gawp. All you can do is sit back. All you can do is brace yourself, as time now accelerates towards the inescapable impact, All you can do, is hope physics deals you a good hand. © 2010 Clinton TyreeFeatured Review
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