The Final Slip

Josey on Sep 11, 2008

Tags: death, depression, Driving, final, friend, help, mistakes, slip, wrong way

Does anyone have a helpless friend?

I saw you heading southbound
Down the wrong side of the street
I feared for all around us
And what your car would meet
You barrel down the highway
A fist full of your sorrows
Passing by your empty house
And all the lost tomorrows
The clouds began to brewing
Something horrid for the night
A thing that I can’t mention
A moment void of light
The hand which used to guide you
Has let go of its grip
And now you seek your fate
As you make your final slip

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nobert soloria bermosa on Sep 11, 2008
nicely written poem,and meaningful as well,
UNofre Pili on Sep 11, 2008
A profound work. Great symbolism.
william rodriguez II on Sep 12, 2008
meaningful poem
picquet on Sep 12, 2008
it does make you think, a good read Josey

Paul
Wordsfrommyheart on Sep 12, 2008
Whoa, may I sigh at this. I am really moved by your poem. You have truly. excellent writing skills. I am going to be looking out for your work. This is so meaningful and your description is wonderful. Keep writing sweetie.
quiet voice on Sep 12, 2008
..Hi Josey, wonderfully written, and very strong. ?Have you published any of your work? If not, you should. Take care.
Darlene McFarlane on Sep 16, 2008
This is a good one, Josey with a lot of meaning.
G. Grissom on Sep 27, 2008
Excellent. Full of emotion. I love it, Josey!
Randy Bernat on Dec 24, 2008
Neat. I like it a lot.
William L Domme on Dec 30, 2008
This part is vivid to the point of exploding:

“The clouds began to brewing
Something horrid for the night
A thing that I can’t mention
A moment void of light”

The last two lines clinched it with great effect.

May your pen always be light.

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