Too LateA Poem by W. J. HowardInspired by a stupid driver.The blood and decapitation illustrate my regret
For the scurry and mindless course of events
After rounding the corner to a tumble and a smash
My head sliced off as I propelled through the glass
Not a day meant to be if I had been open to foresee
A three inch line of vision would result in casualty
Now I hover above landscape reeling over the scene
Of my lifeless decapitated body and head resting by a tree
© 2009 W. J. HowardReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 3, 2009 AuthorW. J. HowardDenver, COAboutI'm an author and aspiring writer of Horror, Paranormal, Sci-Fi and Fantasy. Please read my bio at wjhoward.com/biography to learn more about me. more..Writing
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