mind bend

dusk arising



 

 

Every time I inject
there is the passing
through that scene
from childhood
six year old eyes
seeing her body
being torn open
beneath the front
wheels of a lorry.
A tiny schoolgirls life
ended there upon
tarmac smoothness.
Life would only
get better along
a pathway avoiding
passing over smooth
tarmac thought days.
Relaxation into bliss
of woolly mundanity
takes away sharp
edges of necessity
until.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2021 01:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: I dont inject, or use illegal drugs, thats fantasy. But the tragedy was one i witnessed aged six. A poetic exercise in imagination of how a life could have been.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good emotive words d a.

    Such an awful thing to see at such a young age.

    Andy

    • dusk arising

      I was holding my mum's hand waiting to cross the road with a bunch of other kids who saw it too. Not something i picture every day my friend but quite vivid when i do.
      In another life, another place i could have turned out so different and in that place maybe the little girl would be a nice old lady now.....
      Life can be so cruel.

    • orchidee

      A sensitive write dusk.

      • dusk arising

        Thank you Orchidee... keep fido on a leash near main roads.

      • L. B. Mek

        impactful image to match your insightfully moving words, a raw reminder that we exist in a world where such abstract depictions of alternate fate's, are in actuality someone's reality, pigeon-holed under 'divers life experience' headings: for our sanity's comprehensions ease..
        great read Dusk!
        reminds me of those first few lines to sylvia plath's: 'Cut'
        https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-22437

        • dusk arising

          I think you hit the nail on it's head with your comment sir. Thank you.

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Tragic Write, Dusk.
          That’s a bell you can’t un-ring.

          • dusk arising

            I don't know why it came to mind when i began to write about a reason to jack-up on drugs from a junky's point of view. I suppose childhood trauma haunts so many minds. It's odd the stuff we carry round unconsciously. Thanks for commenting Jerry.



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