It is the haunting sound of metal on metal
and rubber on asphalt that tear through his mind
at the rate his accelerator pressed to the floor that night
with his one true love at his side, he lived life to the limit
pushed his luck to the very edge of existence
for just one fix
but his love for one cost him another
while Emma lay on burning black of tire tracks
bleeding; dying; calling out his name
searching for the arms that once held her
the love that sustained her own addiction for love
to comfort her as life disappeared
he was searching through the tangled mangle of metal
wrapped around the pole for what mattered most
a bag of white powder; cocaine
his true addiction
Author notes
Poem written with the inspiration of the contest picture.
Credit: The Brass Bed ~ By: Amit3
A contest entry
- The Brass Bed ~ Image Prompted by Ithica.
825 points, ended September 23, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was a tragic write and one I am also sad to have been much too close to in my lifetime! Drugs have been the ruin of so many dreams, it really does break my heart... Thank-you!
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God-damn. I'd have never seen this coming.
I am intruiged and drawn into your words; this is powerful, gripping and deeply expressed
Best of luck!
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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