Poem -
highway 49, angel on my shoulder.
Souring down the highway,
Road number 49,
A bend in the darkness,
No road left to bind,
Wipers maxed out,
Raindrops pouring down,
Listening to heavy metal,
the song thy Hollow ground,
Screeching of the Tyers,
Freefalling down,
The heavens opened as i hit the ground,
Nothing now but silence,
An Erie sound,
What happens now?,
I close my eyes and lay there.
I awake from a coma ,
6 weeks of dreaming state,
Remembering
The sounds of Tyers screaming,
in full rotation fate,
Falling in mid air,
With tender loving care,
To escape to tell the story,
about highway 49,
The angel on my shoulder,
Oh I'm so glad that you are mine.
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Comments
Tragic happening of life,..."Screeching of the Tyers, Freefalling down, The heavens opened as i hit the ground,..".."I close my eyes and lay there.".."I awake from a coma, 6 weeks of dreaming state,.."...really shocking.
Lucky to be alive I'd say, do not stress it was an inspired write by a story i had read in a magazine at the doctor clinic today, much love to you ravindra xx