"The Emergency Brakes Have Failed"

He lays on his bed in the dark of the room,
it's black all around and a tempest strikes the pane.
But that's alright, because that's how he feels,
though a stray desire crosses his mind...
He would prefer that he be hit, than the slice of glass
that separates here from there.

He doesn't want to crash again,
curled on his side and weeping laughter.
But there's no alternative in sight;
he's going the speed of light and the
bridge is out ahead.
He's going to fast to turn around,
to stop,
to gain his senses.

Slamming down the asphalt hill of his heart,
knees and hands mash into stone,
blood and gravel mix in his wake...
He draws nearer to the edge.

~*~

© Ashton R. 2006 and beyond