Uninspired Writer

Crash

dear me, what's the time?
i have to go to school now
ever the worker

dilemma, i'm in
it's dark, rain clouds, bad weather
ease me into moods

driving down the road
interstate two-hundred five
exactly as left

dark clouds overhead
i'm slowly getting sleepy
eventually

dredging gravity
is pulling down my eyeballs
ebbing energy

don't
you
interfere
now
go

crashing, flying, sky
rapidly passing by
and before you know it
surely i show it
here i will surely die