The Crash

As a young writer it is hard to feel comfortable sharing your works among more talented and experienced writers...but I do want to share this poem with you... I call it The Crash as you see in the title above! 

I expected it

The thud of cold metal clashing with it's own element

Followed by the shrieking and halting of breaks

And glass shattering hitting the vast blackness surrounding

But it never came

I figured it must be coming soon

The jolting back and forth sharply

Being pushed around by a bag

The shards of glass puncturing skin

The bruises and bumps that I knew were coming

But they never came

It had to be soon

The screeching of the breaks

The hissing sound and grunts of pain

The murder of one' s thought of invincibility on his white stallion

The stallion named Mustang's crash and crackle

The impact

But nothing came

I saw

I saw my car on the train tracks

I saw the train coming expediting in the consistent rain

I saw the train hit my car

That was it

Then it was all black

Where was the sounds?

The pain?

The murder of one's own thoughts?

The guilt?

None of it was there

Only blackness surrounded

Possibly the same that did on the road leading up to train tracks