To Die By A Sword

A poem about dying.

To Die By A Sword

Shards of glass rip open my flesh

An ocean of red disappears.

 

Turmeric memories

Flood through my mind.

 

Shock has nestled in

And made a home in me.

 

Soon all my blood will

Leave me as well as my soul.

 

To die crushed in your car

Is so humbling.

 

To die by a sword

Or a bomb would be noble.

 

But to die because

Someone had to talk on the phone,

What a horrible way to go.

 

 

Author's Note

I've had 3 car wrecks in 2 years. All three I was waiting at a red light, then people ran into me from behind. All three were talking/texting while driving. It's a bitch!

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Yes Marie, I agree completely, thanks for killing me on the way to work/store/errands just cuz you couldn't stop talking/texting...lol

Wrote something about the activities/foolish behavior of people driving myself :)

[ShaneBerry]

oh wow! very very powerful write!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow that was straight forward and gut busting but the pint is loud and clear... so many still don't get it.

[Wicahpi]

I would say that is a b***h!!