Power feeds his need for speed.
Warning signs are better crushed.
He’d rather ride the fender
of the anger vrooming, looming.
He only sees the hindrance
keeping him from what he wants.
It clouds his vision.
He can’t see the dangers
On the road ahead.
His temper raging, swerving.
Final impact stops his movement.
Dreams unfinished.
Traffic creeping past
the mess of metal he became.
published on Medium
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