One White Truck

Being three feet from going six feet under brings quite the perspective.

We, Humans,

Like to say life is short,

All the time.

And, of course, it is.

But do we truly grasp,

The depth of the statement?

Do we realize how true it is?

We take care not to take extra risk,

But what about the uncontrollable risk-

The danger,

The gamble-

That is the life we live?

All it takes is one psychopath,

With one gun,

One knife,

One white truck,

To end it all.

You can take all the care you like-

Eat healthy,

Wear your seatbelt,

Don’t run with scissors-

But, in the end,

Life doesn’t give a s**t.

It doesn’t care,

About how much you care.

It goes on-

Always, goes on-

Whether you want a break or not.

So,

You can take care if you want.

You can eat healthy-

I’ll stick to my burger.

And you can wear your seatbelt-

I’ll be hanging out the window.

And you can walk with those scissors-

I’ll juggle them.

Because,

Truly,

Life’s too short.

It’s too short to waste.

Too spontaneous to predict.

Too cruel to give compassion.

Because all it takes is one drunk a*****e,

In one white truck,

To end it all.

Author's Note

Written after me and my friends were involved in a hit and run accident. We were lying on a hill when a person in a white truck backed up over us, then drove back over us and drove off. They got away. Luckily, it was only our bottom halves; my and another friend's feet, another friend's legs. No one was hurt all that bad. But if he had been three feet higher up. . .

Reviews

[apennylate]

Well said, life does not give a flying f**k about anyone, the plans that someone makes, or in fact... Anything... Existence is fleeting and at the whim of mad-people... Expressed this well here, and I felt the solid rush of raw intensity behind it all, simmering... Truthfully penned...

[Suhd]

So painfully realistic. Keep sharing.

[Crozby]

Thank you. Realistic because its based on an actual experience of almost being killed by a man in a white truck. Glad you enjoyed.

[Cœur]

To be honest, I loved this. I barely say that about writing, but I truly loved this piece. At first I thought of it as a normal, everyday piece, but after the line "Life doesn't give a s**t", I was instantly interested. This is basically what I've been saying my entire life. This poem isn't beautiful, it isn't worded perfect, it's no Blake, and that's what I love about it. Amazing job.

[Crozby]

Thank you so much. I like writing "real" because life is real. I'm very glad you enjoyed it so much.

[Vasilees Sybissyl]

How are you doing now? I'm praying for you.

This is a wonderful poem. And your story adds extra depth to the whole idea you conveyed. I especially the lines,
"You can take care if you want.
You can eat healthy-
I’ll stick to my burger.
And you can wear your
seatbelt-
I’ll be hanging out the window.
And you can walk with those scissors-
I’ll juggle them."

They add the slightest touch of rebellion. And that's what truly makes the poem so amazing.

Love,
Vasilees.

[Crozby]

Sorry it took a while to reply, I am doing fine. More the psychological aspect than physical. Thank you for the care, though, it means alot. And I'm glad you enjoyed.

[Vasilees Sybissyl]

Oh please, it doesn't matter. I'm so glad you're okay, though!