Twisted Thorns
“Hey!
Can’t you see me!
I’m over here.
Turn around!
I’m standing right here.
Why are you talking about me
as if I wasn’t here?
I’m not invisible.
What the hell is going on?
Officer, officer!
Can’t nobody see me?
Where are you taking my car!
I need that to get home!
Those beers…
Well, I did not drink all of them.
My car is totaled.
But I’m okay!
Do you hear me?
I’m okay!
Aren’t I?
My friend…
He was following behind me
and called the police?
But there was no accident!
Wait a minute!
Who is on that stretcher?
Why is there a sheet over that body?
Who is on that stretcher?
Let me see.
Let me see!
Oh my God.
I’m the one who is…
Dead.
I should never have driven.
Why did I not listen?
Where’s that light from?
Where am I going?”
<Deleted User> (4235)
Tue 20th Jul 2010 02:19
Thank you both so much. This was an older poem of mine, one that has been left on the side for far too long, and I think I will rewrite its ending.