Fear

Just a thought,
that became a desire.
A wish for the future
to become a present.

I run in reverse gear
(when did I start driving ?);
visiting old haunts,
the familiar halts
where life lived its own unfathomed life.

O how I protested
even fell to my knees.
To no avail
and then darkness became my day.

Foot on accelerator,
rivaling Schumacher
(would have defeated him too!)
the darkness spread
over unseen terrain.