Corners. A poem.

I’m driving home, too fast, as always,
around curves on too narrow roads.
My headlights pierce the darkness,
painting the surrounding trees in lily white.

Each trunk beckons lovingly,
a world-stopping kiss and a
permanent embrace.

I am so tempted by each offer
lying just beyond the guard rail,
in wood and leaves and twisted metal.
My wheels squeal on each corner
as I ponder fate,

as I always will
and always won’t.

Published by stevestillstanding

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8 thoughts on “Corners. A poem.

    1. Thank you so much! 🙂 It’s a poem about suicidal ideation, and it came to me as I drove home around numerous bends on a narrow road, after a traumatic event. It’s a summation of how I felt at the time, but also how I feel much of the time. I’ve vowed never to attempt suicide again after my first miserable attempt a few years ago, but it doesn’t stop me thinking about it.


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