I cried for months, if you can imagine that,
screaming through a cracked windshield, beating my fists
on a useless bent steering wheel while the rust
whispered quietly and the poison ivy grew.
I cursed back roads, deep ditches, blind turns,
mangled signs and white roadside crosses,
and I was glad everyone of them had died
even though I never knew them. Such is Bitterness
in its most potent, truest form; such is Frustration.
If only I were not harnessed, belted into misery,
I could have been thrown clear, or could have died,
reaching resolution in some blurred focus
instead of thinking that SNAP! was going to save me,
giving false hope of surviving the impact,
while the radio supplied the adrenalin needed
to be enter-Tuned... or Inner-tained,
whatever is needed to stomp the pedal,
to drive off that cliff in a final "Fuck You!"
and create the Big Bang in the Universe
that cracks the windshield and finally causes
something to really cry about.
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Submission Name: The Big Bang Over You
