The Crash

 

The wind rushing past you goes whoosh

Just like cars zipping by the other side

Each driver with their own purpose

Or just going out for a ride 

 

And you, so young and innocent

The adrenaline rush with speed

An intoxicating reality

Yet the warnings you did not heed

 

And still a child to this terrible place

With little care for its laws

But another b*****d was too prideful to know

How others would suffer from his flaws

 

And life we bestow not upon ourselves

And death, not often, do we cast

Another factor plays a part

In this chancy game to last

 

But who would have thought so much that day

For who would have foreseen this fate

'Cause by the time help finally arrived

Oh dear, it was too late

For with Lord Death, poor soul, you had

A set, inevitable date

Reviews

[Allison]

That was great! Really explains the thoughts of idiots on the road!

[The Wave]

very nice.

you told this story well, and picked your words well.
the first stanza didnt catch my eye but i somewhat forced myself to read on anyway. not all readers will read on, your beginning should be as important as your ending!!

"For with Lord Death..."
this line probably should be worded slightly differently. maybe a comma is needed?

overall, your purpose is clearly presented and i enjoyed reading this
good job.

[Domo]

I agree with Dustin, the second stanza really gets to the reader and sticks with them throughout the poem. This poem overall is sad in many ways.
Great job on this one, keep it up!
~D♥m♥~

[Deepshikha]

I see you've gotten to flow more smoothly. Yay!
Anyway, my condolences. :(

[Sexy P3nguin]

Its a very powerful poem.
The staza that sticks out the most for me is the second one. You show a ;pt of power through this poem but the best stanza is number 2!
Any who... Good job