He asked me to copilot
And I took the wheel
But I was not good at it
And it didn't do me well
I was scared of myself
And scared of my hell
Scared that I
Would kill us both
So I let go of the wheel
Demanded he take it back
And he did
After a while
But on the way home
Once again
He asked me to copilot
He did not understand
The danger I was
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
