He drives the car with concentration
One thing he can do is drive
Speed limits are for the general population
Fast cars make him feel alive
Today he’s stolen a sporty Ford
If such a thing exists
Blue lights flash behind, accelerater floored
Adrenaline flows with the risks
Hits the A road doing a ton or more
Police car closing in the rear
Narrowly misses a four by four
It’s driver frozen in fear
Takes the corner much to fast
The tyres lose their grip
Car spins, the world whirls past
Suddenly feels it flip
The world full of noise and sparks
Amidst the petrol smell
A voice inside his head remarks
This ain’t gonna turn out well…
He stands outside his house again
Three years he’d spent in a prison cell
Before that six months in pain
On which he’d rather not dwell
In all that time he’d not seen his wife
She hadn’t been or sent a note
Just once to tell him get out of her life
And that was all she wrote
So he waited in trepidation
As he’d knocked upon the door
He swallowed hard in the expectation
That she wouldn’t want him anymore
The man who answered was not known
He told him he had just moved in there
The previous tenant, no address, no phone
Didn’t know who, didn’t know where
He grabbed the man by the throat in rage
Pushed him so he fell
Felt a voice inside his head engage
This ain’t gonna turn out well…
Now I’m old and look back in sorrow
At the mistakes I have done
There’s no future in tomorrow
My time is nearly come
Soon I face my final judgments
A choice between heaven and hell
A voice inside my head laments
This ain’t gonna turn out well….
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Well crafted piece, Tallisman.
Maybe this says more about me than the content, but I found that very amusing....
Thanks Dave, originally that was the intention, but when writing it kind of twisted!
(yes, I too
am painfully familiar
with such tale's
of warped, youthful vehemence
as a pathway to a lifetime
of irreversible, consequence..)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks LB, appreciated
Hey Tallisman. Nice short story in poem form. The moral (at least as i see it) is that youthful foolishness can (and often) does result in lifelong sadness. Still that same foolishness is often necessary for growth and individualism (if that's a word). So ultimately we are all involved is this crapshoot.
Thanks hangman, hope all good with you
What a great poem, it took me from the first stage of this man all the way to the end. Really nice flow in this write
Why Thank you, , kind Raven, much appreciated!
Your welcome tallisman, was great
Well pieced! Love this narrative style!! I love how you took that flashback and connected to the present so effortlessly! Also the imagery of the car speeding! So cinematic!!
Hi Judy, high praise indeed! Hope you are keeping well!
I am doing good, thanks! Hope all’s well with you too!!
Mistakes are part of life. Not a life sentence. Tallisman your work should be in books!
The highest praise possible, I thank you Shamrocker 😁
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