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Driving Rain (Life Poem)
Rain-blinded laser-focus on lights in front,
Always one second from impact, or worse,
A zombie living death of three more hours,
Slow down, let the mad and the bad pass,
Blindingly oblivious to their impending end.
This driving rain seems now inside my mind
A black cold cloud wraps my beating heart
With its unforgiving tendrils, it is a mistake
To think that it is always better to travel,
Than to arrive, in this driving, dying rain.
poem
by
Ian Beckett
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