"One for the road" recollection dons a sardonic half smile,
denials decadence dances through clenched teeth,
Memories yet to occur, intermingle with thoughts
of yesterday,
Snapshots, black and white cine film
replayed on the graying wallpaper of my mind,
Like smoke signals on some distant plain
billowing, pain rises with each breathe.
I feel no physical pain, Grief and loss hit me harder than the car.
my heart breaking in an already broken body,
My family are going to wonder where I am,
have I already gone, will I see them again,
Cold penetrating, invading my senses,
I take comfort from the warmth of my blood,
my warm pool pillow, seeping,
sleeping that's what I need to do,
one more story please mummy,
do I read or listen, confusion causes panic...
strange now to think the barman's last words were
"hit the road".
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
moments i think would surely be lengthy when pain is in the vicinity, time becomes slow and packs a mad punch. 
