'Have You Been Here Before?'

 

 

 

 

 

‘Have You Been Here Before?’

 

 

‘Have you been here before?’

The taxi driver asked me.

‘Yes. I use to live here, a long time ago.’

‘Why did you leave?’

‘Why does anyone leave a sinking ship?’

 

 

I cried blood. I spat blood. I tasted Blood.

He punched me again, his fist firm,

His posture perfect. He hit me again.

 

 

Two weeks later; I lay in A and E.

I breathed slowly; clinging on.

Keeping my grip on this reality.

 

 

Crutches kept me upright,

Stumbling forward, edging closer.

I entered my home to see

It all battered and broken.

 

 

I noticed a note placed on the desk,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Get out it read; I took the advice

Got out the house then noticed a car

Filled with four thugs pulling up.

 

My car was on the street,

I needed to get there.

Ditching the crutches.

I ran.

 

My legs felt like they were breaking,

I pushed myself to the door quickly opening it.

They saw me and ran forward as I accelerated away.

 

‘What happened back then?’

‘Just something that I need to sort out.’

 

 

Reviews

[Eshe' Allen]

highly entertaining. well-written, engaging technique.

[Faith]

amazing once again john, i really had to think about this one...i loved the questions, it opened up to the poem.
loved it♥

-Faith

[Raef C. Boylan]

Nicely done; I like how you've shown that a simple question can lead to a whole load of reflection.
Good luck in the contest.

[deeps]

I really like this write.
I think this is really well written.

[John Morris]

This was done for a competition.