My body is a wreck.
Took a corner too quick,
my chassis all crumpled,
my gears all stick.
My engine refuses to start,
water is leaking through the roof
onto my exposed carpeted heart
speckled with blood. I’m stuck in this mud.
It’s no use. I don’t feel too good.
In this dense thicket,
spark plugs knocked
out of their sockets.
Mangled headlights
staring side to side.
How do I restart this ride?
My electrics fizzle
rain is falling
in a steady drizzle.
Through the twisted metal,
a spark, barely enough juice
to give the radio a burst.
Upside down is no way to park.
In seatbelt prison I'm caught,
it's starting to get dark.
Petrol fumes consume my thoughts.
My chances look quite stark.
Time passes strangely
in the dense forest
into which I've crashed.
In the distance
I can hear murmuring cars driving past,
but here all I can feel
is the poison ivy creep.
I want to sleep.
But I might forget
how to open my headlights.
Rust is setting in
as the sun sets red
over the high leaves
which are starting to shed.
Bobble head on my dashboard
has more life than I.
All I can do is stare
through painful sighs,
at all the aches I have stored,
at the wretched sky.
My body a wreck.
I whisper an agonised why,
switch off my headlights
as rust covers my eyes.
Thanks for reading
Please take a few moments
to check out my new book "Poetic Outlaw"
available from Amazon
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CVQ5F9K8/
No comments:
Post a Comment