Speed Kills

Fri, 08/04/2017 - 11:47 -- IsiahLC

All of a sudden-my life is very comedic,

Once upon a time...,

It's funny how it's funny to all the kids who read it,

It's funny how the bunny who was running got defeated,

By a shell of a man with the wisdom of the gods,

A hell of a man it takes to out run the sand and even out the odds,

All I know is that it changed my public persona like tearing down a facade,

Believe it while I'm here as you hear my accounts of the "L",

They say speed kills-well they didn't say I could use it to kill myself,

Everything moves so fast that nothin ever sticks,

So when comes down to being a blur then I shouldn't have to practice,

I live my life turning the curb as it has yet to occur,

In other words-I don't anticipate the sharp turns as I swerve,

All with the zeal of a fanatic,

That is-until this one race between me and a tortoise,

I ran so fast that my mental state was distorted,

I only could speed and I couldn't think until it was too late and I needed a drink,

To wash down this bitter taste of wasted days,

And to take away the pain of being ashamed,

And to block out the echoes that follow my name,

One more bottle drained,

Another pill to pop,

Only this pill is less jagged than the other one that I got,

I take my dosage of whiskey,

And a shot of pain killers,

In other words-you are witnessing,

A dead man become a gravedigger,

But this isn't what you wanted,

You only ask for some laughs and some jokes,

Too bad because now you're reading a suicide note,

It was a Turtle and Rabbit run,

But now one of us is gonna croak,

I bet you didn't know,

I did it for my family too,

Now when I try to talk-it's "family who?",

I'm thinking about what else I could do,

Aside from talking to you,

I'm seeing myself chillin with you too,

None of the pain of today can reach me,

As my my coffin is an elevator for the wind to unleash me,

Cuz no one cares about the end,

Until they're staring at the end.

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