POETRY

The Crash

On repeating the same destructive habits

I saw a glimpse of light Right there in front of My eyes, A shimmering hopeful Spark, That somehow danced Regardless of the lines And written laws, It defined its own gravity In the sun’s light

I saw a glimpse of light, It was gentle, a bit fragile, But oh, so precious, I felt its warmth, Strength & Beauty, I felt it all, It ignited slowly But quickly Disappeared, And I thought to myself, ‘Here we go again, I know this drill’

And so the motions Leading to The crash began

Back to the present, dragged Back to the maze of my mind And the reality of my life, The hopeful light lies forgotten In the dust left behind, I push the gas Incapable of slowing down In this race with myself And in the world’s straight lines

Red or Green, It doesn’t matter, All colors turn Grey, When I’m on this Hell-highway

I push the gas, Accelerating, All blurs, & Then comes the crash

All turns black, Followed by The numbness of the heart, A heart that then restarts With the wake-up For another day, Another life, Or Another crash

Behind this repeating wreck The light awaits, But there’s no path On this hell-highway Leading me to the precious spark, At least, not yet

So, for now, I keep my foot on the gas, And hope in the new day, I will be able to slow down, Before I feel the crash, Before the final numbness of my heart

I saw a glimpse of light, I know it’s there, All I need Is to find a way

Thank you to everyone who read this. I appreciate all the support and feedback.💙

Thank you to the editors of Scuzzbucket for publishing my poem.