The caravan continued,
barreling towards the cliff.
Everyone aboard knew
the jagged earth below would kill.
The driver’s eyes gleamed
in the light of the full moon.
“Why would I drive us over the edge?”
But his tone said that he would.
They all knew exactly where
they were heading to.
But none took the reins,
for they weren’t sure of what to do.
© Benjamin Bielert, all rights reserved
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