THE DAMNED ROAD
By Jason Franklin
Cruising smooth down the damp gravel,
Spoiled with good feeling caught us off guard,
The bar issued us with fuzzy brains that seemed harmless,
Every drink we drank was a check mark into completing her destiny,
Jack & Coke left my lips with laughter and idiocy,
Behind a wheel controlling life itself seemed redundant,
That night taking risk was the only option in mind,
Heads turned away as speed was forgotten,
Aqua eyes met briefly before the thunder,
Screeching sounds soon saluted fates ears itself,
The gravel warned, knew, and hoped for the worst,
Satan placed a hand on my shoulder with great curse,
His voice hot, hideous, and reeked of smoke,
“It was you….”
Eyes opened looking to my right,
It was my fault,
My love,
My life,
Emotions raged with guilt and despair,
Decades go and come and the feeling doesn’t leave,
Lying in bed I still see the face of my better half,
Dreams are repetitive of soaked gravel and the voice of the Dark Angel,
I’m left a fraction of a man.
Spoiled with good feeling caught us off guard,
The bar issued us with fuzzy brains that seemed harmless,
Every drink we drank was a check mark into completing her destiny,
Jack & Coke left my lips with laughter and idiocy,
Behind a wheel controlling life itself seemed redundant,
That night taking risk was the only option in mind,
Heads turned away as speed was forgotten,
Aqua eyes met briefly before the thunder,
Screeching sounds soon saluted fates ears itself,
The gravel warned, knew, and hoped for the worst,
Satan placed a hand on my shoulder with great curse,
His voice hot, hideous, and reeked of smoke,
“It was you….”
Eyes opened looking to my right,
It was my fault,
My love,
My life,
Emotions raged with guilt and despair,
Decades go and come and the feeling doesn’t leave,
Lying in bed I still see the face of my better half,
Dreams are repetitive of soaked gravel and the voice of the Dark Angel,
I’m left a fraction of a man.
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