Blown Away

Blowing stronger,
I hear its whistles as it rushes pass,
No! not towards the road,
Panicking as it pushed me closer to the edge.

Desperately reaching out blindly to grab something,
Praying so hard that my hands will catch anything,
As my eyes filled with horror,
Together with the light from the coming car.

All of the sudden,
the whistling stopped,
I fell backwards to the hard ground,
Shocked by the impact and pain.

The car drove past,
Not even decreasing in speed,
In that few seconds,
My whole life just flashed before my eyes.

Picking myself up,
I wondered was I glad to be alive?