fissure

this one is was inspired by the tragedy come out of road traffic accidents.

I can't divulge how times i wanted to talk.
about how you thought we were cheese and chalk.
you were my daily bread
but you went stale
crumbs now make make a trail to your bed
if i could have, i would have bled.
just get in, belt up and go straight ahead.

24 weeks in a coma
my sister left flowers
i dreamt the aroma
with all my powers i try to wake
slowly i rise with a cough and a shake
my mum froze transfixed with a crooked stare
can't quite believe what she sees right there.
I bear all the hugs and try to looks smug
it won't rub off, like this eternal bug.
providing a cough, aspirin i chug
but i lie there still, still.
sustaining life through a bitter pill.

my shadow lay behind with the car and that mess
the blood that spilt down onto your dress.
it fucks with my head and leaves me perpetually fueled by dread.

i need a lesson to learn
i can't stay stranded
heal this burn
friendships abandoned.

this isn't unique
it happens to someone you know
the difference in my case is that i could grow.
push things forward and it'll begin to show

light shines through
only just a glimmer
at the end of the day
there won't be a winner
just someone who was once a sinner.