Tuesday, May 20, 2008

128. Left Behind

A blood-stained notebook
Is all that's left of her
She must have flipped her car
While starting that last poem
Too bad
The paramedics didn't see it
They didn't care
They left it behind
And took only the part
That was already dead

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow, this is a killer poem. If you're writing about you, I hope you're okay now. With writing like this, you're not dead yet.

"You STAY alive! I WILL come for you. You stay alive."-- Daniel Day Lewis in The Last of the Mohicans