Unfinished

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