Snowstorm relentless reels like film to screen
and headlights strobe particulate invasions:
white missiles veer like shrapnel missing close
I’m driving hard into a winter maelstrom.
O let me stay within the road’s confines
and let my eyes see more than just my fright
let seining blizzard float above the road
and not congeal to cruel black ice this night.
My eyes are grasping out for anything
to keep my brain from curdling deep inside
and soon the images I see take life
as screeching snow and crusted steel collide.
This drive is fraught with splashes shrieking still;
where whirlwind’s loose I’d rather be in hell.
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