The worst part
Falling off the truck wasn't the worst part,
rolling into the ditch, yes it was hard.
Watching you drive off with my heart,
now that’s what left me scarred.
It wasn’t the hurtful words said,
when your temper was boiling,
or when from, you turned and fled,
conversations you were avoiding.
You drove away with my heart,
this ditch fallen into it’s still hard.
Leaving me with the worst part,
living heartless and scarred.
The waters' view
Resting below the waves is your car,
somewhere off shore not far.
Missing now for several years,
this discovery brings on fears.
There is a possibility your below,
till we pull it out we won’t know.
The windows are all closed up tight,
hiding the cars inner sight.
A team came and scanned around,
several vehicles they have found.
Yours is there I can firmly state,
it has your license plate.
Police called and are on their way,
the tow truck later on they say.
Now I watch the waters' view,
the buoy leading me to you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2024 06:04
- Comment from author about the poem: More parts of stories. These two not related.
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
Might not be related, but they could both be categorised as disasters - interesting writes nevertheless.
Great poems that leave me feeling like I'm being taken on a journey.
I enjoyed reading both. Well written and entertaining. Thank you.
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