Analysis of THE PASSENGER

He is called the passenger
He rides uninvited,
In your back seat.

Most people never see
Their uninvited guest,
Most hope never to.

His presence means
Disaster is imminent,
Perhaps you will soon die?

Perhaps you will kill
Some innocent passerby?
On this awful night.

Or perhaps your death
Is waiting just up ahead?
On this moonlit road.

Perhaps some killer
Is waiting nearby in the dark,
Thumbing a ride?

The passenger is silent
He won't tell you your fate,
But he brings death.

His presence is an omen
Of disaster dogging you,
Death is near.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia