Brian Joseph Dickenson

Rookie (Not dead yet. Born in the first half of the last century. / Liverpool, England)

What If - Poem by Brian Joseph Dickenson

I open my eyes, the car smash still playing in my brain.
I’m unhurt:
I look around. It all looks so strange.
‘Where the hell am I? ’ I shout:
A gentle voice replies.
‘Where do you think you are? ’
I look at the face behind the voice.
A gentle face. A beautiful face. A face full of torment and suffering.
A face similar to those I have seen in hundreds of old paintings.
It can’t be.
I can hardly speak.
He gives a sad smile.
‘Yes, you are right’, he answers my unspoken question.
I began to shake.
Not really knowing why, I begin to sing that old standard.
‘Rock of ages’.
He raises his hand.
‘Hold just a moment’. He says.
Wait until I throw another soul on the fire’.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006



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