first of the
morning and the ground held a fog
there was a chill
in the air, heartless and cold
I could barely see
a car length away
It felt like I was
hardly moving
then I saw a
movement ahead
it slowly came into
view
a person stranded,
I couldn't tell
surprised by what I
did see
it turned my hair
white that night
scared me from ever
driving again
actually since then
I haven't been right
in dreams I revisit
the scene
I'm in the same car
on the same foggy
road
each time it get's
closer to getting me
it has a thing for
my soul
the one that got
away
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2015 by Patrick B Vince
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