Leaden Reparation

As my velocity increases,

The shadows conflate to form

A single entity of indistinguishability.

The moon's apologetic stare

Barely illuminates my hands and face.

Silence, carried by the whisperless

Darkness that rushes by,

Pervades my thoughts,

Causing my knuckles to whiten

In the lunar glow.

Wind beats itself

Senseless against the

Glass.

I am unpersuaded.

The light-less pavement

Soundlessly flows by beneath me,

Its lines of demarcation blurred to

Nothing by my

Sheer speed.

My headlights remain unlit;

I do not desire to be forewarned.

The sound of emptiness

Escapes my lips as a tear

Shivers along my cheek.

Suddenly,

--

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Whoa this is really powerful , yes i agree I hope this isn't about you or one of your friends.

[Judy Ponceby]

I certainly hope this is not about you or one of your friends. As Frank indicated, this is very disturbing. Written exceptionally well. You capture the tension of this scene very well...and the ending is heart rending.

[FJ Davis]

The poet seems to be driving a vehicle--at breakneck speed--feeling guilty or depressed about something; so much so, that he apparently believes only serious injury or possibly even death will be an appropriate outcome--sufficient "atonement." The unlit headlights say more than he just doesn't give a damn. This driver is clearly inviting death--and "Suddenly" indicates death may have obliged.
As always, Ben, well-written high-quality poetry. But, unless I've completely misinterpreted (which is quite possible at 3:00 AM) somewhat disturbing subject matter.