Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Two Since Gone

When I was small
There was the nightmare
A speeding car, drawing away
The leadfoot driver, safe because
He isn't me.

The back seat's too big and the window's too wide
The glass will shatter, it's coming inside

I'm going to die.

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When I was small
There was the nightmare
The playground's lit, sodium glare
The daylight children, safe because
They aren't me.

The light doesn't matter, the adults can't see
The time's come, it's waited so patiently

I'm going to die.

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