Posted in: Brass by Nikonchapel on June 1st, 2012 | 0 Comments
And yet it seems like it did.
The truck concealed it
and as I made a break for it
it sped past me
perhaps a yard away from my feet
So I walked on
and I tried to forget
yet I walked and walked
and it kept bugging me
I saw it in my head
the image of that car hitting me
the image of me going to a hospital
the image of me just dying
those images weren’t real
those images didn’t happen
yet it feels like they did
it feels like I’m dead
It’s so hard to forget this
It’s so easy to lose myself in the past
I have to remember there is a future
I have to remember that I’m here
