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The runner and the driver
Contributed by
jl1989
on
Tuesday, 23rd September 2008 @ 01:44:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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A shimmering car waves down the street The driver has the world under his feet Cool under the burning heat He never waits, never has, never will
The driver pushed too hard His car scratched the road A tiny flame, a fatal flame A car dies
A driver sits, helpless His face scarred by the flames A fatal flame, a tiny flame Leaving him a dying man
The runner approaches Tired but still running Spotting the dying driver, she stops
For the first time in his life, he waits In the dead of life he places his life in her hands Like a child he slowly understands
What good is there in hurrying Reaching the finish line all alone
Solitude
Loneliness is a curse; The runner is a miracle As a lonely car dies with a flame She saves him, not even knowing his name
Copyright ©
jl1989
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2008-09-23 01:44:25] (Date/Time posted on
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