Blind Spot

April 29, 2011
You're in my blind spot
Following me too closely behind
If I was to turn,
Then we would collide.

Whenever I need to move,
I look over my shoulder, and I see you
I start to yield, I need to turn
I'm ready for a breakthrough.

I'm weary now, I missed my turn long ago
There is no point in heading down this dead end road
I put my blinker on and begin to slow down
You're driving reckless now,
Somehow, still in my blind spot.

Yet I don't care,
I’m not going to stop
And as I go to make my turn, you don’t come to a stop
My stomach turns
My heart drops
You’re in my rearview mirror,
But I wish you were not.

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littlejost said...
Jun. 15, 2011 at 2:56 pm
This is the second poem I have read by this poet and she has not disappointed me!  It is as good if not better than the first!  I accidently put one star, it shoud be five +++.  Keep on writing, you have a lot of talent!
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