A collection of epiphanies

Past Gone by too Fast

Without reason I grasped a hold of my keys walking out the door with intention of leaving.

The season bringing quite the year as I dip my quill.

Filled up with the sought out idea of what it truly means to be alive, dear.

A tear trickles down as I prepare to drive away to think. 

Blinking I feel delirious, quite serious put me into this quiet furious drive.

Wondering why I am alive.

Stopping at the red light, I fight myself.

"Why am I here?!" I speak as if it was an exhale.

I listen to no avail.

I turn around the block again.

Contemplating why we fought.

Two nights ago we became silent, non-too violent erupted.

Corrupted from the beating thought in my brain.

"Why am I here?" 

Every second I use and abuse.

I confuse the yield sign for a go.

My seal to hell is signed here.

Crashing into a woman, who was serving community service fro too much bourbon.

She flew through the urban neighborhood.

My heart stood still for another few seconds.

Then foot on pedal I could not settle.

My thought.

"What had I just done?" I thought.

"Killed a woman and run?" I caught hold of my tongue as I spiraled around the block.

Unlocking my door with a shaky grasp. I see an unnerving wasp.

Dead upon my floor.

Taking off my coat I tossed it over the dead wasp.

"Out of my sight." I said to the reaper.

What a keeper, as I looked at my wife's pictures.

Then I noticed a note she had wrote, so I strode over to see what she wrote.

Twas her who had been hit.

His love he had killed, for as he struggled to cope with his thoughts.

The last thing he heard was his mother in law saying the words.

"The past, gone by too fast." Then they turned the chair on.

I did not last.