The Driven Man
a short poem
I didn't see him.
I tried to skid.
My tires track,
to where he's hid.
I was going home
just – six drinks deep.
It was time to put
my kids to sleep...
but here I am,
in the rain-
my wife wondering
where I am.
Soaked with shock
I got to rid
of this corpse.
I'm sorry kid.
© 2012 Brian M. Loewer All rights reserved.
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