Boy Racer
Into the maw of darkness,
the boy racer sped
trying the chase the dreams
that spun around his head.
Trying to empress his friends
with the driving skills, he never had.
His three friends yelled
as excitement filled their minds
as they charged into the darkness
all without a care.
The rain came down in torrents
and still he sped on
oblivious to the dangers
if he did not slow down.
As the visibility lowered
the boy racer’s speed increased.
He could out run this
was all that was on his mind.
The wall appeared in front of them,
fear gripped everyone,
and there was no turning back,
not at ninety miles an hour.
Within a second, they were gone,
the damage forever done.
They dragged out their bodies
after the body bags had arrived
or at least what was left of them.
Another tragic accident
where in unskilled hands
speed got the better of them.
At the funeral there were few
because this one boy racer
had killed his friends too.
One-day youngsters will learn,
but only when it is too late
speed can kill all
who want to play with it.
23 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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