Something to ponder on as you wander on


Some liars are born that way, some are self-made; but the really great ones are elected to Congress…
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

TIME IS NOT MY FRIEND.......

TIME IS NOT MY FRIEND………

I regret most of the things in my life,, the way things
turned out...I don’t know why I did those things…perhaps it was
just youth,, my wild youth…everyone goes thru that stage I think…
wild,, uncaring…don’t tell me…no barriers for me…I regret my
actions,, how cruel I was to my mom and sisters…I do…
I don’t know the why…all I know is I wish I could take it back,,
and start again…try again…another chance,, perhaps,, perhaps…

I can see them you know,, wandering in and out…
buzzing around me…their voices garbled and blurring into one…
strange,, I really don’t feel anything…just hard to breathe
that’s all…just a numb feeling…in my mind I can clearly see
what happened…kind of like one of those old black and white
silent movies…its all in slow motion…one frame at a time…
it keeps repeating,, I can’t think of anything else…
the light above me keeps flickering…flickering to stay alive…
just to stay alive…its getting cold now,, silence creeps in
around me…
I think back…what have I done?...

That’s it…what time is it?...
11: 47…
OK…time of death 11:47… lets bag em and get out of here…
Stupid kid…getting himself killed for 2 packs of cigarettes,,
a bag of chips and $43 dollars…what a waste…

The sirens are quite on the ambulance,, just the rotating strobes
of red,, blue and white…reflecting off the liquor stores front
windows…the sirens are all quiet…police cars with their lights
joining the neon of the liquor signs,, creating a surreal gay,,
circus like atmosphere…Henry T Gracia’s body,, in its black body
bag shroud,, is wheeled up to the back of the ambulance,,
then lifted into the back of the vehicle,, a couple of taps on the door,,
and it drives away silently into the night…

A small crowd stands behind the yellow police tape,, they’ve seen
this all before…just another night,, just another death in the
wrong part of the city…that part of every city,, were despair grows,,
and weeds fill the cracks along the sidewalk ………..........

5 comments:

Marvin the Martian said...

What interesting images! It's so sad to see someone consistently make bad choices until they make a terminal choice. Their souls must have a lot to learn in this life.

gt281 said...

thanks Marvin
Sometimes people just can’t get off
the wrong path…

At least this story wasn’t as long as “The Valley”…lol

Swubird said...

gt281:

It reminds me of my friend Tony. In his younger years it seemed that whatever he did turned into trouble with the Law. Some people just seem to be bad choice makers I guess. I don't know any other explanation.

Interesting, thought-provoking post. You really paint an interesting picture with your words.

Have a nice visitor's day.

gt281 said...

To Swubird:
Thanks for the comment…
I can only say that I have an iron-clad alibi for that night,, I was with Mary Pickford…

Oh,, and I write with crayon not paint…….

The Faerie♥Kat said...

Very nice slice-of-death (vs slice-of-life) vignette. Almost poetic. Good job, most faithful bard.