Driven Fools

by Kerrie Ann Salsac

I sit and stare at the TV’s glare,

wondering what to do.

Lost in thought, head up in space,

approach the sound of the boys that race.

A sudden change, there’s a vicious crunch,

I wonder what, but I have a hunch.

The curtains divide, I look outside,

praying that I am wrong.

Leaning forward all I see

is the lamp post leaning out with me,

the smoke and steam suffocate the air,

and car parts scattered without a care.

The street’s gone dark, but for a spark

from wires snapped above.

Whilst other cars come and pass,

light reflects off of broken glass.

Is this real, or just a dream?

Then I know; I hear her scream.

I gasp and run, chaos has begun,

as neighbours rush to see.

My slippers drink in the rain,

as their blood drips down the drain.

Driving too fast, down the wrong way,

the fools may never live to pay.

Driven Fools

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7 Comments to “Driven Fools”

    • Yea, wasn’t a pretty sight. Thankfully this is exaggerated, and the scene outside my house yesterday was bad, but no one was seriously injured.

      • One of my BIG fears is auto accidents–and I have no patience or sympathy for drivers who put others at risk, whether it’s speeding, drinking, drugging, texting, whatever. It’s the height of selfishness. If I sound cranky, well, I am rabidly so tonight, sorry!

      • No I completely agree. It terrifies my mum and primarily angers me. They are all so young, sometimes I wonder if they even have driving licences, and who the cars belong to!
        Hopefully now there has been damage to public property the guards will do something about it!

  1. I like this piece. Good work!

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