fast and furious


panic and fear race through my body,

Nascar drivers zipping around

moving too quickly

and smashing into everything i thought

was stable in there.

the littlest thing sets these guys off;

a dropped flag

a blown whistle

a sudden unexpected movement.

and the littlest thing could mean death;

the wrong move

the wrong turn

the wrong reaction to a situation.

and there is no way to stop them

till they have run the full course.

so i sit at the edge of my seat

gritting my teeth

shaking my leg

and wondering when this whole mess

will settle down.


About denelle

writer. artist. ponderer.

Posted on January 13, 2011, in poetry, thoughts and reflections and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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