I'll show you the miles and my arm with the pink scar.Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips,cuz I was pressing on the gas just a bit hard.Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp.And when I woke up, somebody was unclipping my seat belt,and pulling me from the open window of the flipped car.Because in three seconds fate circumvented a concrete divider,followed by seven seconds of nervous prayer,nervous cursing,nervous something.Followed by seven seconds of promising myself if I survived I would stop bargaining.Followed by two seconds,the longest two seconds I've ever experienced of lying to myself,lying to my God,and lying to you.But so foolish a passenger caught up in this accident, nothing mattered beyond the fact that I was damaged and I was hurting physically,yet somehow I found the strength to thank my God I was a survivor and that's when I heard the fate of the driver.Three seconds later,closure,not answers.But after reading this all you think I'm talking about a car hitting a brick wall.When I'm not talking about that at all.I'm talking about how it feels.How everything feels...but you'll never understand.
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
