A Shape in the Fog

Another poem that I just randomly felt like typing up. Was sitting around doing my homework and then thought "hey, this sounds like a good idea".

A Shape in the Fog

 

Tires screeching as I see something jump into the way,

as I was daydreaming about an age old play,

the current moment suddenly seeming like a nightmare in the day.

 

A horrendous crash,

my car now looking like nothing but trash,

my body suffering many a rough bash.

 

I pick myself up as I look for my friend,

Suddenly things feel like a dead end,

All because I wasn't watching where I was going around that bend.

 

I notice the ground around the road turn into a bog,

there is not a single sound, not even a swamp frog,

but now the only thought in my mind is, "What is that shape in the fog?"

Author's Note

If you've read any of my other work, you know the drill.