A poem about the expeience I had with my first car wreck. |
April 27, 2010 The Unknown Trying to get the flashes of thoughts out of my head A jumble of fantasies like a movie reel playing over and over Of different scenes, each one different but ones I have seen before Each is similar with a story to tell with a never ending. One is driving on the highway and seeing a actual wreck and I look out the window and picture how the people are. Did they survive? I don’t know, the story never ends as the fantasy in my head plays on. Then I fantasize about the wreck and the movie plays with me in the wreck Not knowing what to do or how to feel and what I am suppose to do next. Was it green for me or was it red? I don’t know the scene isn’t clear. The never ending story goes on playing over and over. Another is a fantasy of a child playing on the yard of a house. Is it my child, my house? I don’t know. The child is taken by an unknown man, a family member or maybe a friend? I don’t know, the story doesn’t end, the never ending fantasy. I wake up and realize these are my dreams of the unknown and the unspoken. Wishing I had an ending to the dreams and fantasies, yet glad I don’t. If I did, then they wouldn’t be my dreams and fantasies of me, my soul. By Christina M Fritts |