license plate torn off
it’s little more
then a fender bender
I tried to swerve
to break
to…
STOP
close my eyes
make it go away
tire tracks run down my cheeks
halt the screeching cries
for I’ve survived
flashing lights and sirens
are still a distant cry
to the commotion
of a gather crowd
my wheels still spin
cradled by the snow
that bleeds into my wounds
I’m sorry Dad, I’m sorry
I didn’t head you words, I’m sorry
I didn’t do it right
I’m sorry
I didn’t die
Author notes
I need a better title, but tell me what you think.
Written May 11th, 2005
In a list
What did you think
Comments
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I don't know what title to suggest my first thought was Crunch!
The poem tells of a minor incident and the (real or imagined) reactions to it in the same disjointed way that one remembers such incidents actually happening which is good and allows the reader to become more easily inolved in the poem.
There was one massive crunch at the end though. I refer to the last lines
I’m sorry I didn’t die
That really hit from nowhere.
well done.
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