A Ten Second Rush?

A Ten Second Rush?

A Poem by Brett Hernan
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What would you pay
for a ten second rush?
What is it worth?
Will it thrill you enough?
What does it cost?
Was it worth the price?
When it makes you pay
the next fifty years
of your life?
What would you pay
for a ten second rush?  
Would you swap the smile
of your newlywed wife
on your wedding day?
Watching your children laugh
whilst they play?
Sleeping in late
on a Saturday?
Fun on the beach
on your holiday?
Away from all this
you'll be torn.
What would you trade
for a twenty minute high?
I'm sure some
will say,
 "The price
is perfectly
alright!
I can
afford it!
 I'm not going to die!*"
"You sir,
are an idiot!"
and,
"What would you know?"
"I was once you
and that's why
I'll reply.
"I've tasted Death
and it won't
get you high.
It’s all proportional,
I discovered one day...
If you've never felt it
you can't miss it,
in any way.
...and there's
*always
the possibility
as so many
have already paid
that
you'll get
permanently,
totally,
blown away!
The price
that it costs
it's being paid
every day...
...and sadly,
in spades,
by the gone-
too-sooners...
Who wait
in their graves.
A bajillion
dead wasters
who have
in full paid
for a mighty fine
head-rush
which never
can stay...
A mighty fine head-rush
that sorry,
can't stay.
A mighty fine head-rush
that just
went away.
A might fine head-rush
that blew
them
away.
A mighty fine head-rush
that got them,
permanently,
blown away...
Now, in the huge fields,
on the island of Death
where they lay.
In an ocean of tears
still cried
every day.
What will you trade
for a ten second rush?
Could you swap the smile
of your newly-
wed wife?
The touch of your son
on the day
he is born?
Is there any rush
that's worth
to be from
all this
torn?
What would you pay
for a ten second rush?
Would it be worth
all the years
of your life?
The mother-lode head-rush
that cuts like a knife
as you disappear forever
as it costs you
your life.
Was it worth it
to get so
mega-s**t-faced?
Now some other guy
takes over your place
in the lives of your family,
your career, and your friends?
whilst within all of them
an emptiness hangs?
Was it worth the price
of bringing about
your own end?
The sight of the Sun
when you rise at dawn?
Saturday morning
drives in the car?
 The laughter of your kids?
 The rise of the sound
of the flock of birds
as they leap into song?
The sweet sound
of the early bird's
song?
Away from all this
to be forever torn?
The beauty of Autumn
in the leaves
of the trees
that never again you'll see?
The turn of the Earth
as day turns to night?
Was it worth
all of the days
of your life?
The smile of your husband
on your wedding day?
Turns into crying
because you've
gone away.
Your kids laughter
on Christmas day?
Whilst dead in your coffin...
you'll ever pay?
You've got the taste
for a ten second rush?
Is the price just right,
or maybe, too much?
What do you have
to trade away?
The kiss of your wife
on your wedding day?
The smile of your kids
on all of their birthdays?
Holding a hand
as you walk
on the beach
parted forever,
forever,
out of reach?
What would you give
for a ten second rush?
The tears of your Father?
The cry of your Mum?
What do you have to give
for a ten second rush?
The time of your life?
The fruit of your days?
The voice of your family?
As you throw it all away?
What is the price
of a ten second rush?
S**t for blood.
Your brain
turned
to mush.
The years of your life..?
All turned to dust.
Is that what it's worth
for a ten second rush?
Every thing thrown away
for the bargain-base price
Ten seconds of rush swapped for all the days of your life.
Ten seconds of rush swapped for all the days of your life.
Ten seconds of rush swapped for all the days of your life.

© 2017 Brett Hernan


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This made me sad, very powerful write. Too many gone in the blink of an eye......oh to be as clean as the day we were born, wouldn't that be nice. This should be published.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Brett Hernan

7 Years Ago

Thank you KT.
I do consider it published already here on this site, like everyone's work her.. read more

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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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