Auto Wreck
A sound in the night,
A hard noise to frighten the darkness.
Shattered pieces lying on the hard ground -
Broken, dying, alone with the crowd around.
They didn't know him, they didn't care,
They said he shouldn't have gone so fast -
They stood around and watched him die.
They went away.
(They shook their heads over "some crazy kid" before they slept.)
A hard noise to frighten the darkness.
Shattered pieces lying on the hard ground -
Broken, dying, alone with the crowd around.
They didn't know him, they didn't care,
They said he shouldn't have gone so fast -
They stood around and watched him die.
They went away.
(They shook their heads over "some crazy kid" before they slept.)
Labels: poetry
posted by The Wandering Author | Permalink: 2:13 AM
2 Comments:
Simple and heartfelt, it grips me and makes me picture the accident.
Was very well written -it gave me chills, a lot ... you aren't crazy at all, silly for anyone to think so. It is totally normal to perceive and hear things that happen to people close to you - or not close to you, for that matter. You are a being, not a body - what do ears have to do with it?
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