Category : Poems

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Letting go of the wheel
Driving up a steep hill
Not knowing for certain
If the other side is  real 
Straight upwards to the sky
No railing on either side 
No turning back
And unable to fly
Voice quivering, throats dry
Peak sharply breaks over deceiving one's  eye
Is this just a trap
One Of certain demise
I can no longer  hold back 
Yet unwilling to trust another's insight 
Clenching my fist feeling faint and quivering from fright 
With Nothing I can do 
But to accept my new spot 
Sitting on the passenger's side