"6th Gear" by Dylan Lahar

heart beating fast mind searching

hands gripping tight to the steering wheel

left foot pressed deep into the clutch like a sunken anchor

the words running through your head

wishes to just be able to thank her

but its to late

and you've already decided your fate

key turns and you're the devils next date

the sound of the engine is your new symphony

and the exhaust is your harmony

you reach for the cardboard box in the passenger seat

and grave your 9th beer

It begins with first gear

body filled with moods but no fear

sound of flowing exhaust fills your ears

the rpms climb fast

2...3...4...5...6...7...8

shift.

the speed gains as your feeling start to lift

blood flowing through your veins

but this is life, and your at the edge of the cliff

shift

third gear

you're lost in the emotions of your lost wife

this tragic world has claimed her life

the blood she shed by the point of that knife

nothing can fill you now

except for the feeling of throttle down bottle up.

the speeds begin to fly up

thoughts of why you can't just stop

forget what is now gone

peoples voices screaming in your head

just move on

shift

fourth gear

heart beating fast and your minds searching

your adrenalin fills you now with every corner you barely make

you begin to ask yourself what will it take

to make you forget what makes your bones just ake

you've routed from the inside out

trying to find a way to just end the doubt

the what ifs

and if you were there

she must feel like you just don't care

how could you ever let this happen

your lost heart is now blackened

shift

fifth gear is here

you grave the next beer

the now gone memories began to play in your mine

the wishes for just a little more time

speeds climbs deeper into the triple digits

the last bit of sense you have craves for you to stop

but you're gone its to late

all senses lost as if you where helen keller

why couldn't you have just gotten to tell her

shift

sixth gear

the car is your new home

your one, united, melted together from bone to steel

feet to the pedals and hands to the wheel

no more time to kneel by her grave

no more questions

no longer a slave to the memories and pain of deaths game

shift

its back to fifth gear

your eyes open wide and filled with fear

times up no more tears

if only you had remembered that corner was so near

you know now there is no cure

your wife is gone

nothing more to dwell on

you slam down on the breaks

as your life begins to flash before your eyes

not even a chance to cry

your car slammed end over end

and still no chance to say goodbye

silence

is what now fills your mind

and the blood pouring out of you its only a matter of time

vision blurred

with nothing to be heard

but theres a new melody

one you can no longer refuse to play

it begins with the sound of sirens

with a chorus of falling broken branches and burning plastic

but of this song there is one thing so graphic

it fills your ears with a sound of defeat

it is that of your faint dying heart beat

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8

shift

but there are no more gears

only the shift from this now past life

no more thoughts of your lost wife

heart not beating mind still

#poetry