Voted For: Non Capisco

Eyes tightly screwed to the road, fixed on the trail.
Casualty in the rear seat, gasping for whisps of air.
Pupils dilated, attention divided between concrete & life.
Victim suffering, from a fatal blow, barely clinging to sanity.
Glancing at the dashboard, 3:23 am...No traffic lingering.
Clear road to grace upon, tyres scorching the path.
Trickling down the upholstery, waves of blood batter my trainer.
Accelerating at an impeccable pace, time flamboyantly dissolves.
Into the streetlamps, light glares at my purpose, the victim can see it.
"I...I can see a light" his skin pigment fades, nearly at our destination.
This situation rapidly exasturbating, another 2 miles to go.
I throw looks of desperation at the casualty, I cannot fail.
To save this life, its in my bloody hands, I must not panic.
His expression now motionless, vacant & wallowing a deathly silence.

Only noise emerging, is the victim grunting..& clutching his chest.
But the hospitals purpose is not relevant, as the victim drew his last breath

A REALLY NICE VERSE SUM GOOD LINES IN DAT BUT WOZ MISSIN SUMMAT
=7/10


VS


here we are once more, 55 on the 94, rosary swaying on the dashboard
open windows for the air conditioner, nothing works in this damn Accord
hands upon a stretched abdomen, your true beauty radiates from your tears
the infinite possibilities have all but narrowed down as you face your final fears
the look in your eyes, like a child reading a fable your imagination's running wild
the space now is the only thing that keeps you calm n able, approaching the last miles
9 months ago you made the commitment that fore shadowed this mid summer drive
ultra sounds , the visual aspect of human form running through these veins of mine
so many times the questions of "why" while I sat in this drivers seat during the previous
the devious minds always told me lies how "they could never see us doing this"
connecting with the center of the steering wheel, so scared, veins popping in my neck
our relation...ship never really sailed til you told me the results from a pregnancy test
your longing for physical peace has the stress on your body leaking all over your seat
not the least-bit discrete you huff and puff faster,"baby St. Johns is just down the Street!"
proof in my actions me here on this precarious drive to the ER,"i'm lucky i called her"
we arrive, get you on the stretcher, sit down "damn i love her, if only i was the father"
NON CAPISO HAD A REALLY TITE VERSE, IT SOUNDED ALOT BETTER CUZ HE RHYMED IT.......IT TOUCHED MY HEART LOL.......
=8/10

V/Non Capisco