Sitting in the back with my boys, after another night of drinking and living it up. Should he be driving, probably not, but then again, he's better off than I am.
echoes in my head ... "I'm soooo drunk"
As much as I love these guys, and appreciate the fun we have, I know what's coming and I'm thinking of alternatives.
There is a stop sign ahead, it's not my town but I know it's there. The driver follows this path all the time, and knows the route well.
The stop sign is a T in the road. Go left, go right, there is no straight ahead - only a cold lake this winter's eve.
In my mind's eye I see a future. Not one I hope for, but one I prepare for. We're not stopping.
Late night running of a stop sign. Barreling through the deserted intersection. A slow motion of stars watch from afar as we go on our destined course. They don't care, they will remain long after I'm dead and buried. They've seen lives more useful than mine, lives that have burned brighter or lasted longer. They'be seen better exits, though this is the only one that matters to me and my companions.
The event begins.
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Late night drive, music blasting and kids rocking to the beats.
Laughter and innocence (at least innocence imagined for most of us).
Heading home after a night of fun and safe debauchery.
Back seat, with my boys and the cool night air.
The car humming along silently, gliding and sliding through the evening chill.
Fog rolls up, looks in our windows and whisps away.
The windows crack a bit, cool air tussling my hair.
It's not for looks, it's for the friendship we share
that I care about.
Talk revolves around the past,
the couldabeen, the shouldabeen,
the thankgodithadn'tbeens.
Driver distracted, involved in the story,
late night drive home, in our relived glory.
We approach a sign in the mist,
It tells us to cease and desist,
but we know we are alone in the world.
He cruises through the sign,
never even notices the line,
and we go straight ahead where the road no longer exists.
Exploring unknown terrain,
a panic floods each brain,
but I remain at ease,
I knew this might be coming.
A quick snap of a fence,
at impact the railing relents,
We are leaving terra firma.
Screams escape the front seat,
Some think to themselves "this can't be".
I take a deep breathe, not smiling nor afraid.
We hit, leap to the air,
A gasp of despair,
The water approaches us quickly.
A splash in the windowscreen,
Like a movie, or reality, or something in between.
Is this realy happening to me?
Water seeps in,
Chilling to the bone and biting at the skin.
It has been waiting for us.
...age old song drifts in thru the radio...
A little bit softer now,
A little bit lower now.
A little bit deeper now.
I feel the water nipping at my body,
trying to eat it's way to my soul.
There is no one to hear the screams,
Minds float to foresaken dreams,
The doors are shut in so many ways.
Water to the roof,
air escapes, trailing bubbles as proof.
Water fills the space between our lives.
We weren't buckled in,
I know that's a sin,
but it was a risk we were willing to take.
We had thrown caution to the wind,
now paying for it, we begin to descend
the icey depths embraced us.
Lights fading in an inky wave,
Prayers, curses, anything that might save,
I remain silent in the rear.
The cold numbs the soul,
the radio continues it's rock'n'roll,
I find myself losing the world.
There is only myself that I know,
so much for life's grand show,
I think I hear the curtain call begin.
Chilled liquid fills my next breath,
Is this the coming of my death?
I have no closing arguments.
A second deep inhale,
The water will prevail,
My lungs are screaming against this progression.
The light of the dash glows dimly,
my vision is getting swimmy,
my thoughts are scattered and everywhere.
A fast rewind of life before your eyes?
Not for me, nor is it a thread of lies.
I only sit and know this is the end.
My last deep breath, as the light gives in,
I never even thought I could win.
My days of trying are over.
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Author's Note: Sorry, another weak offering spun from the late night scattered thoughts before bed. Yes, I'm visiting a friend and we had this situation present itself, but I'm the only one who saw this ending. The others saw what happened, everyone home safe and sound. So, I'm coming down from my buzz (maybe I shouldn't try to write when I'm drunk?), and heading to bed. My next offering won't be so dark and depressing, I promise.
echoes in my head ... "I'm soooo drunk"
As much as I love these guys, and appreciate the fun we have, I know what's coming and I'm thinking of alternatives.
There is a stop sign ahead, it's not my town but I know it's there. The driver follows this path all the time, and knows the route well.
The stop sign is a T in the road. Go left, go right, there is no straight ahead - only a cold lake this winter's eve.
In my mind's eye I see a future. Not one I hope for, but one I prepare for. We're not stopping.
Late night running of a stop sign. Barreling through the deserted intersection. A slow motion of stars watch from afar as we go on our destined course. They don't care, they will remain long after I'm dead and buried. They've seen lives more useful than mine, lives that have burned brighter or lasted longer. They'be seen better exits, though this is the only one that matters to me and my companions.
The event begins.
------
Late night drive, music blasting and kids rocking to the beats.
Laughter and innocence (at least innocence imagined for most of us).
Heading home after a night of fun and safe debauchery.
Back seat, with my boys and the cool night air.
The car humming along silently, gliding and sliding through the evening chill.
Fog rolls up, looks in our windows and whisps away.
The windows crack a bit, cool air tussling my hair.
It's not for looks, it's for the friendship we share
that I care about.
Talk revolves around the past,
the couldabeen, the shouldabeen,
the thankgodithadn'tbeens.
Driver distracted, involved in the story,
late night drive home, in our relived glory.
We approach a sign in the mist,
It tells us to cease and desist,
but we know we are alone in the world.
He cruises through the sign,
never even notices the line,
and we go straight ahead where the road no longer exists.
Exploring unknown terrain,
a panic floods each brain,
but I remain at ease,
I knew this might be coming.
A quick snap of a fence,
at impact the railing relents,
We are leaving terra firma.
Screams escape the front seat,
Some think to themselves "this can't be".
I take a deep breathe, not smiling nor afraid.
We hit, leap to the air,
A gasp of despair,
The water approaches us quickly.
A splash in the windowscreen,
Like a movie, or reality, or something in between.
Is this realy happening to me?
Water seeps in,
Chilling to the bone and biting at the skin.
It has been waiting for us.
...age old song drifts in thru the radio...
A little bit softer now,
A little bit lower now.
A little bit deeper now.
I feel the water nipping at my body,
trying to eat it's way to my soul.
There is no one to hear the screams,
Minds float to foresaken dreams,
The doors are shut in so many ways.
Water to the roof,
air escapes, trailing bubbles as proof.
Water fills the space between our lives.
We weren't buckled in,
I know that's a sin,
but it was a risk we were willing to take.
We had thrown caution to the wind,
now paying for it, we begin to descend
the icey depths embraced us.
Lights fading in an inky wave,
Prayers, curses, anything that might save,
I remain silent in the rear.
The cold numbs the soul,
the radio continues it's rock'n'roll,
I find myself losing the world.
There is only myself that I know,
so much for life's grand show,
I think I hear the curtain call begin.
Chilled liquid fills my next breath,
Is this the coming of my death?
I have no closing arguments.
A second deep inhale,
The water will prevail,
My lungs are screaming against this progression.
The light of the dash glows dimly,
my vision is getting swimmy,
my thoughts are scattered and everywhere.
A fast rewind of life before your eyes?
Not for me, nor is it a thread of lies.
I only sit and know this is the end.
My last deep breath, as the light gives in,
I never even thought I could win.
My days of trying are over.
==================================
Author's Note: Sorry, another weak offering spun from the late night scattered thoughts before bed. Yes, I'm visiting a friend and we had this situation present itself, but I'm the only one who saw this ending. The others saw what happened, everyone home safe and sound. So, I'm coming down from my buzz (maybe I shouldn't try to write when I'm drunk?), and heading to bed. My next offering won't be so dark and depressing, I promise.
