He blinks
His eyes close
A second passes
Then another
One second too long
The wheel slips from his hands
He is paralyzed for a second
A second too long
The car swerves
Time passes by slowly
He can't move
He blinks
His eyes don't open again
YOU ARE READING
My crying soul
PoetryFor the days when the sun is smiling and the days when the clouds cry.
