Car Crash

A poem about addiction and my car crash caused by it.

Car Crash

Ashes of the past

and shattered glass

metal splintered and twisted

like my brain that’s addicted

a convicted killer locked inside my head

I wait with anticipation and dread

for him to sneak through the back door

I hide under the bed on the floor

and listen for footsteps

clip clop knock knock tick tock

the clock pounds like a drum

in my ears and I am inundated with fears

that flow not like water but like wet cement

my intentions are stuck like handprints

relics of a history turned to demented mystery

and misery - the pain from insane behavior

like a flame that just keeps burning everything

away, I lose something new almost every day

Now I’m trapped and all I can do is pray

and ask for a savior to come to me and

stay, to free me from the destruction and

obstruction of this crushed consciousness

I’m pinned between wheel and ceiling

and I’m getting the feeling of doubt

that anyone can ever come and cut me out

and I’ll be just another tragedy - a statistic

of a sadistic disease,

unless someone can help me so

God help me please

God help me please

God help me please

Author's Note

This poem was a part of me processing the worst day of my life- driving in an alcoholic blackout the wrong way on the freeway and crashing into another car.