stop (original)

this has been a long work in progress. at first i was unable to express my thoughts, and maybe i still can't, but this is as close as it gets.

then everything stops. everything stops.

a shape, a form, a body? wait-

let's go back to the beginning.

a boy in the river, the one i walk past.

normality exists though, 

i walk, i rush, i look at the time,

i glance. i glance again. and this is when 

everything stops. i stop.

it is hidden from view so my mind does the rest.

the flash of pink, a face

the dark against the brown water, a body.

my head and my heart go cold,

i can almost taste the vomit in my mouth.

with eyes wide open my feet step forward.

to reveal the abandoned suitcase.

my eyes cry but i must keep walking. moving forward.

Reviews

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. brilliantly written ... so distressing ... i had a similar experience ... my friend and i found someone ... we had to inform the authorities ... can't forget him ... ever ... but we had to keep "moving forward" ...