Bad Driver

Literally and figuratively :)

I am not a good driver

I never anticipate the road.

 

My eyes always glued on the next big thing and not

on the corners

onto which I cling.

 

so move faster

    maybe you can shake me loose.

 

just the thorn in your side

that one fragment of hard clay

that shattered your hope in the kiln. 

 

This weight,

it's dragging you down and the

guilt is rotting under your skin-

 

the smell of which

is never strong enough to warn those

who might take a chance

with me.

Author's Note

just the general feel/flow of the piece. not too 'cute' is it?