Road Kill

I don’t feel like getting up once again
Just an effort that I’ve met before
I don’t have any more care to be sane
And I just don’t crave it anymore

I’m lying in front of a misguided car
It hit me while my head was down
I landed away from it, but not too far
Caught while staring down on the ground

I suppose I’m hurt but I don’t really know
But still I have to wrestle up the will
I’ll never know until I attempt to go
Continuing life, such a bitter pill

I get up with regrets but for some reason
I say I’m not hurt and lift an arm
Knowing you would want to know my condition
I rolled over to deny any harm.

But what harm can be done when you no longer care
Just in the way of some more beautiful sights
Wondering if anyone would notice you’re there
or stumble upon you while walking the nights

Barbara Blackcinder

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About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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