Heartbeats

I was injured do to a car crash. My dad was not paying attention too busy looking at his phone or something, I don't remember.

In four heartbeats I saw my life change.

Don't ask me how many seconds that is.

Seconds is for an old clock,

the old gears clicking, ticking tick tock.

Reminding those of us who will listen,

you have so much time yet none in stock.

Seconds is another life in a game so acclaimed,

until that it starts to claim that the heart's to blame

when their no one to blame and you've run out of fame.

Better doge the flame because life is not a game.

Life is not made of seconds

only measured in moments and heartbeats.

My life changed with fleets of amazing  feats that changed my life with four heartbeats.

I remember every detail, locked in a heartbeat.

It was back when the world ran faster.

Back before the disaster.

I was among them,

couldn't separate myself from the normal glum.

My worst worry was the forecast not the cars that past.

Sweat rained from the clouds,

cold and growing colder,

clouding the windshield

with a sheet of slick sleet that slid off the windshield

obscuring objects with an almost opaque sheen of sleet.

The tire slid off the slick street

even as my feet pounded on the break.

The world turned upside down

and back around as the car hit the ground.

Four beats,

that was all it took,

as the world turned around and the sky became my floor.

Images flashed,

like lightning, jagged white.

Faces of the ones i loved but didn't have time for.

In that moment I realized that moments are memories

and memories are made of the heartbeats.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are honest, true and direct.
"Faces of the ones i loved but didn't have time for.
In that moment I realized that moments are memories
and memories are made of the heartbeats."
With old age upon me. I learn. Life moved fast and be kind. We must make time for the people we love. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thought.
Coyote

[Mr. Mills]

It did make me feel better. I've had a really rough day so far and this is a good poem. Four heart beats was all I needed. Not just memories, the happy memories. Thank you.

[Wyrn Tiger]

That brightens my day, I'm Glad you liked this one

[Wyrn Tiger]

Okay mr.mills I hope this one will brighten you day.

[Black Kat]

I think this might read better if you used a free verse style, kind of like a poem. I don’t know a lot about poetry, so this is merely a suggestion. You don’t have to do it. This piece has some awesome poetic lines, though. If structured this way, it gives you more time to stop and think about the meaning of each line rather than have it smashed in a few paragraphs.

For example:

In four heartbeats, I saw my life change.
Don't ask me how many seconds that is.
Seconds is for an old clock,
the old gears clicking,
ticking tick tock.
Reminding those of us who will listen,
you have so much time yet none in stock.

[Wyrn Tiger]

I will. That is actually a great Idea

[Zhavy]

I love the ideas of the heartbeat representing the passage of time. This scenario though traumatic, you can really take advantages of the "heartbeat" in your poem, either counting down from 4 during the poem or added alteration for pacing effect of the heart beating, going from fast to slow or visa versa. Great job, I really like it.

[Ms Paragon]

Strong use of imagery and language. It sure gets the message across! And what a powerful message that is! Well done!

[¿]

Wryn it totally touched the core of my heart and you just brought the real in front! Life should be measured by heart beats nof by seconds and those tick tocks.
How cruel our punishment can be of a minor mistake , this poem is an absolute example.
Thanks for sharing this with us here at writerscafe.
- Tahsin.Z