burntserkits
Bluelighter
Many of you who know me know that I experienced a VERY serious auto accident on June 10. I sufferend MANY broken bones (including neck and back) and wasn't sure (at first) if I was going to make it through the war and various battles that had to be fought quickly to save my fragile life. Obviously I am alive and doing much better now. I want to share a poem, the first poem that I wrote since the accident. It was completed three months later on Aug. 13. Enjoy...
Crushed
What happened,
it all stopped so fast though it should’ve just passed,
becoming a halt that snapped a million and one necks.
There was this eternal roar of thunder that kept rumbling,
the vibration in its wake caused time to stop in its tracks.
The hindering of life was so great that existence crawled,
rather its continuance drug its broken appendages behind.
Biology was acquainted with steel mechanics of science,
and all of its functions were given artificial assistance.
Perception of reality was clouded with a fog of hope,
introspection and meaning took on the face of optimism.
Great things were to manifest from the horror of tragedy,
purpose was thwarted from materialism more toward truth.
Acceptance was to become the rite of passage onward,
yet this task was cursed with helplessness and disenchantment.
The ability to progress was granted only through chemistry,
mental stability crossed with the power to heal granted assurance.
All else that is to become of He who was born of trauma
falls into the hands of nature’s gift of wellness through time.
Maturing into the embodiment of inevitability and fate,
though the belief of all happenings having reason remains
in question.
Crushed
What happened,
it all stopped so fast though it should’ve just passed,
becoming a halt that snapped a million and one necks.
There was this eternal roar of thunder that kept rumbling,
the vibration in its wake caused time to stop in its tracks.
The hindering of life was so great that existence crawled,
rather its continuance drug its broken appendages behind.
Biology was acquainted with steel mechanics of science,
and all of its functions were given artificial assistance.
Perception of reality was clouded with a fog of hope,
introspection and meaning took on the face of optimism.
Great things were to manifest from the horror of tragedy,
purpose was thwarted from materialism more toward truth.
Acceptance was to become the rite of passage onward,
yet this task was cursed with helplessness and disenchantment.
The ability to progress was granted only through chemistry,
mental stability crossed with the power to heal granted assurance.
All else that is to become of He who was born of trauma
falls into the hands of nature’s gift of wellness through time.
Maturing into the embodiment of inevitability and fate,
though the belief of all happenings having reason remains
in question.
