Sweet Life

Sweet Life

A Poem by Deranged Kiwi




The siren pierces the air
Like a bullet ripping through flesh
Aiming to reach its destination
Deterred by nothing
With not a single vest of protection
The present danger…

My eyes lay upon the wreckage
In utter disbelief

My heart is wrenched with despair
Reliving the tragic moments of unforeseen death
Forever yet not so long ago
A brisk chill dances up my spine
Reminding me of the importance of this
Common yet precious gift we take for granted
With every waking moment

Sweet life

Wasted away in recklessness
Sometimes given bravely in the historical landmarks of time
Like an obscure piece of art
The mangled mess of metal glimmers under the reflection of the sun
Meshing with the fumes of fire, flesh and tears
As the fire dances upon the traces of gasoline
Across the hard, black surface of yellow striped streets.

Falling seconds short of survival
I have lost you.

© 2008 Deranged Kiwi

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thats so true, people, myslef included, take life for granted all the time. we get so caught up in our current problems we forget how we're lucky just to still be alive and have the chance to live our moments. i loved when you said: The siren pierces the air
Like a bullet ripping through flesh
great write!

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