I wrote a poem I’d like to share. Please tell me if you understand where I am going or give some feedback.
The angst of the deers
What crosses your mind when you see that shining light moving closer and closer?
Chasing you down like you owe it something
Do you see in the light your final moments?
Are you aware that it will eventually catch up to you?
You can run and curse and blame the car
But it’ll eventually catch up to you.
Aren’t you scared?
You didn’t run
You stared at it for way too long
Are you wishing this?
Does it feel good when the rubber caresses your skin?
Does it feel good when you stay in that empty road waiting for someone to end your misery?
I’ve always been afraid of killing deers.
How something so innocent, so fragile stare at me, whom it’s find can end his life?
You’re begging me to throw rocks at you or maybe crush your head to stop the feeling of your bones coming out of your skin and the blood marking the road?
You’re making me take the decision?
To let you suffer is to make your pain more and more severe
To kill you is to know your life will be marked on my deceiving hands.
But you look so pretty.
You’re too pretty.
You’re too fragile and you’re too begging.
I might as well follow your wishes.
Or just keep driving to my home.