Jacob Biehl

(2/1/96' / cincinnati)

two kinds of crashes, many kinds of wrecks


there are two kinds of car crashes,
one is fast, blind sides you,
you wake up in a daze,
as if morter strike landed at your feet,
you wake in ruin, you think your dead,
but the pain keeps you sane,
the blood of you,
or some one else you could only tell,
if you alone were in there,
maybe fire, maybe glass,
but this is only one car crash,
the slow kind, as if a viewer,
you see everything,
all the glass fly through the air,
all the blood spurting new,
the wounds tearing from skin with greed,
and light goes out for no known time,
this too is of only one wreck though many still reamain untold,
this is news, this crash is looked upon,
but more fierce wrecks remain unchecked,

\what of the wreck of love?
the lost of someone dear,
tears not skin but flesh of spirit,
leaves you alone,
leaves you vulnerable,
yet you dont care... you wish for them,

what of the wreck of family?
the bonds loosining,
the fighting,
the bickering,
the bite of anger,
spiteful work is yet ever stronger,
the seams of your safe gaurd,
come undone,

these are wrecks of most fierce nature,
yet the ones more powerful,
are also more clever,
hiding in human's selfishness,
none untrue care of these wounds,
they hide in dark,
but even good blind man see's,
the nature of these wounds...
must not fester,
so seek a person of good nature,
to help treat the most fierce wounds.

Submitted: Thursday, October 14, 2010

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