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