Soooo my poem, alright or bad?

-The highway is empty-

but there you stand.

Right in the middle-

with your heart in your hand.



Your hair blowing in the wind-

across your face, but you see from afar.

Spotting what you've been wishing for.

a death wish-

a car.



You jump right in front of it-

and close your eyes.

You hit the ground-

and fail to rise.



Nobody will know-

nobody will care.

And the witnesses, the birds-

they wouldn't dare.



Your body lies-

in a puddle of rain.

Such beauty, such horror-

a brutal end to your pain.



I'll find your remains-

in a ditch near the road.

With a poppy between your ribs-

life yet grows, as you corrode.



title ideas? could i improve it? :)I really like the third stanza, but I'd recommend you change the ending. Describing the body as 'corroding' just doesn't sound right. It would be interesting to know the speaker's relationship to the dead man. Did he/she like him? It doesn't seem as though they did given the context, but adding more focus on their emotions will add a bit more depth.