Ode To The Second
Time. We say all we need is more time. The world waits for no one, So why wait for it? Time. This simple illusion Measurement of infinite numbers Lead to me now. Time. To wake up, A choice I’m told to make. I hear the screams and cries From a blurred haze Filled with asphalt And crimson waves Of my own. Time. To say goodbyes But I cannot speak. For my words are useless But my actions could have Saved. Time. Turn off the phone Turn down the radio. This poison can wait. Time. Only a sliver of a life To avoid the end mine. Time. Three seconds of Distraction. Three seconds of Disobedience Three seconds of Time.
I have decided to write a poem in attempt to emphasize the dangers of distracted driving. As you read, the recurring theme of this poem is time. One thing many drivers who have experienced accidents typically say they wish the could have had more time. My resolution to distracted driving is to simply eliminate the distractions as seen in one of the stanzas. Overall, I wanted to create a dramatic theme by repeating how important time truly is.