Trucks Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trucks

Dawn is gone I can see
-but still is early
-and I leave
-six-thirty

The road is crowded
-already

Headlights on
-in times I feel as if
-caught by walls of trucks
-they vary in the size

Look to left and then right
-beneath some find space
-high enough for my car
-look at their big tires

Think of life's ugliness
-feel tired
-expired

"What if I turn to side? "
-comes to mind
-"will I roll?
-dead and gone?
-what about the highway?
-and many accidents?
-and truck driver? "

"It is good to do so…"
-I think and
-then think and
-think again
-"at least write a paper
-with it save everyone! "

I think of what to write;
-"I wanted and did it…
-no one's fault…
-sorry guys! "