Don’t ask.
Ok, fine, I’ll tell you.
I want you to know how angry I am.
I stopped at the red light.
A car flew right through the light unscathed.
Probably got where they wanted to go,
But much faster.
I waited.
Imagining over and over again that the light turned green.
But still red.
And then, just as I stopped caring about how long it takes,
It turned green.
It was time to move,
My turn had come at last.
I move forward toward what’s best.
And the road disappears from under me.
I fall into absolute nothing.
A gripping hand of space.
Suffocating me and throwing whiskey in front of me.
A fall into nothing, not knowing if I’ve stopped.
Or maybe reached terminal velocity.
Why did the bad guy win?
Or did he?
No wonder people question why they have to follow rules.
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Author:
Sonoran Bard (
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Comments2
forgive me, after reading your words
I couldn't help myself from penning these scribbled words below
as some feeble poetic reply..
thanks for sharing, a good read..
(but have you landed, or still
flying - free
how does it feel, to not need
those roads
with their one way paths and no U Turn, decrees
do you think
there might be something meaningful
to discover
where you are, right now
in the chaos and turmoil
can you see
the you, that finds the calmness
from within, to pen
such words of introspective wisdom...
and hey, if ever you find your way back
to the highways of life
now you know, you can steer clear of the lights
completely
and do things you way, why
cos you've survived
while everyone, is speeding past red lights
still awaiting their eventual crashes...)
Wow what a poem! This was so powerful and the imagery you used was so creative and interesting. You really conveyed a strange sensation very well and I laud you! 💖
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