Spill!

by Ed or Ian Henderson   Mar 18, 2008


Just one slip on a patch of diesel
And the big picture's off the easel.
In a moment's lost control
A spin turns to a roll.
The world expands out of your hands
And penetrates your soul.

Terror compresses life in motion
Leaving us stunned with a distinct notion
That hope's a world away.
That none can save the day.
Pray to be intact after the impact,
And curse the end away!

We shudder to a dust raising halt.
Let us lay no blame, do not assign fault.
No one died here,
And we're nailed by fear.
Stepping out of a wreck with a twinge in yer neck,
I guess the Reaper wasn't standing that near.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kelly

    I really enjoy your writing,
    'Stepping out of a wreck with a twinge in yer neck,
    I guess the Reaper wasn't standing that near. '
    I really enjoy opening your poems to see what you have written i think you are very talented with a unique style.

    Kelly
    x

  • 17 years ago

    by Evee Taylor

    Ooo wow, having had 3 accidents all resulting in whiplash and one very nearly my life- it hits a cord

  • 17 years ago

    by Cotton Candy Clouds

    I like this poem
    it was written with such a mature tone it was refreshing to read : ) i like the way you described everything and i loved the ending with the line
    " i guess the reaper wasn't standing that near"
    5/5 <33

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