A Short Poem I Wrote

A Winter Drive


Waking up to that bright white light,

Remembering the soft droning of rubber on cement,

Feeling of speed running over him like a flood

The sublime smell of supple leather,

Dying to that light so bright.

So along with the EMS he went,

The bitter taste of dried blood.

The crash caused by the weather.

(It rhymes, look for it)