Vroom

My Batman car was the fuel to my fire helping me burn through criminals.
Vroom Vroom,
My Batman car launched to the air,
Soaring like a rocket on its way to Mars.
Crash, the wall creaked and cracked.
The hole revealed was almost the size of a crater on the moon,
I grabbed my car and ran.

This car was my best friend,
Helping me through the tough nights and scary storms.
But as I grew older my deep interest washed away like driftwood in a hurricane.
I will always treasure my car even if it’s gathering dust as write this poem.