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The Wall
By Musik2MyEyes
I drive to work each day.
I'm a very good driver.
Accident free.
Saves on insurance rates.
All those people in their transportation
modes.
They can't really see
Me.
They have no idea.
And I wipe my face
As if removing the sleep from my eyes
In
case they are looking
And the sun reflects the river
On my skin.
Sometimes I glance
Looking for another
Like myself
Just to see
If I could be apparent.
I'm safe in my vehicle
Just another boring commuter.
But some days
Not always
Just some days
There is a thought.
Right at mile 8 on my way
home.
It is brief
But intense.
There is the concrete wall.
And the curve in the road.
And very quickly
All this
happens.
Release the belt
Floor the gas
Close my
eyes
Feel my wet lashes come together
Let my hands drop to my
lap
Hear the thunder
Feel propelled
Into darkness
Forevermore.
The report:
Single car accident
At mile 8
No witnesses
No alcohol
No drugs
Only the salt remains
From the dried
riverbed
On her cheeks.
.
.
.
.
.
.
No worries.
It's only a thought.
I'm a very good driver.
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Copyright 2010 Musik2MyEyes
Author's Note:
I think it is good to finally release this. It is one of those thoughts I would never share with people that know me. But everyone here is different...like me. I think you understand the darkness that befalls one.Comments on "The Wall"
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On Friday, April 2, 2010, IAmNorge
(39)
wrote:
Amazing, this reminded me of the way "fight club" is written, with the abruptness and release. Your an great poet, and as a fellow poet I commend you for this. The ending struck me and brought a smile to my lips at the same time. I can relate this feeling very well, the way that you even thought of the aftermath so clearly, its scary. Thank you for this, Its strange to say, but reading this and understanding the feeling so well, seeing someone else may of had something similar, helps alleviate some of the fear I have of it myself. Thank you. ~Orion
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A former member wrote:
Great write. I think we all have been there. =)
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On Tuesday, March 16, 2010, Silent Meadow
(9) wrote:
feels like a feather floating down an empty space forever..
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On Tuesday, March 16, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
I do understand, in fact I've actually had dreams of myself driving into the river, this poem made me feel like I actually hit a wall, if that makes sense, it was a very good write, thanks for sharing.
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On Friday, March 12, 2010, Shortnlethal
(65) wrote:
This is why i may never drive..you depict things is such a way it atracted me to this poem..well done on expresson ^^
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A former member wrote:
Although hesitant to admit, I've found myself in this same boat; It's certainly a delicate crossroads.
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On Thursday, March 11, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810) wrote:
That was so cool, great poem..."the only salt remains from the dried river bed on her cheeks..." Brilliant line, that said it all...bravo! thank-you for crashing into my day.
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