FicWad

Without Warning...

Sometimes
you're traveling
a highway, the only road
you've ever know,
and wham! A semi
comes from nowhere
and rolls right over you

Sometimes
you don't wake up.
But if you happen
to, you know things
will never be
the same.

Sometimes
that's not
so bad.

Sometimes
lives intersect,
no rhyme, no reason,
except, perhaps,
for a passing semi.


Triad...

Three
separate highways
intersect at a place
no reasonable person
would ever want to go.

Three
lives that would have
been cut short, if not
for hasty interventions
by loved ones. Or Fate.

Three
people, with nothing
at all in common
except age, proximity,
and a wish to die.

Three
tapestries, tattered
at the edges and come
unwoven to reveal
a single mutual thread.


The Thread...

Wish
you could turn off
the questions, turn
off the voices,
turn off all sound

Yearn
to close out
the ugliness, close
out the filthiness,
close out all light.

Long
to cast away
yesterday, cast
away memory,
cast away all jeoardy.

Pray
you could somehow stop
the uncertainty, somehow
stop the loathing,
somehow stop the pain.

Act
on your impulse
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to your chest.