#careening
The emptiness, that fills
The hollow cavity, where
A heart should beat.
Where blood would go
Now, nothing flows.
What is there, that is meant to be?
Of the things kept inside,
And all the pain I've tried to hide.
Turned outside, onto the world,
Wherein the soul reside.
Spilled, to the ground
The collapse, of all that surrounds.
Careening down,
The end of a life.
Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 9:18 AM UTC
Laying in my cozy bed,
I oft wonder
why?
why am I here when others not?
those that make a simple mistake
and perish, yet I am here
a friend telling me
“you have more lives than cats”
not a consolation to my deliriums
The plethora of experiences too plentiful
to parlay into one poem
sixteen at last count
multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion,
illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM
the litany long and varied but one stands out
playing on a recently unfrozen pond
raft fighting as it were
young hearts being foolish
falling in backwards, a non-swimmer
it is so cold, frost bite pins & needles cold
I am going deeper and deeper
it is getting colder and colder
darker and darker
until it is totally dark
no lingering thoughts, it is over
then a pinprick of light
drawing closer
it grows and grows
until I am in the light
it is oh so warm here
the lack of sound creating
an incredulous peacefulness
for a fear filled life
can I stay forever, please
except that is not my destiny
not that day or those others
rescued by a neighbor’s father
delivered unconscious to a mother
still questioning the why
Andreas Simic©
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
the boundaries disappear and I have no brakes.
careening and crashing embarrassing myself.
raw and impossible,
ripped and flailing.
no life line to save me,
i fall.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC