Carnage

Laying in my cozy bed, I oft wonder why? why am I here when others not? those that make a simple mistake and perish, yet I am here a friend telling me “you have more lives than cats” not a consolation to my deliriums The plethora of experiences too plentiful to parlay into one poem sixteen at last count multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion, illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM the litany long and varied but one stands out playing on a recently unfrozen pond raft fighting as it were young hearts being foolish falling in backwards, a non-swimmer it is so cold, frostbite pins & needles cold I am going deeper and deeper it is getting colder and colder darker and darker until it is totally dark no lingering thoughts, it is over then a pinprick of light drawing closer it grows and grows until I am in the light it is oh so warm here the lack of sound creating an incredulous peacefulness for a fear filled life can I stay forever, please except that is not my destiny not that day or those others rescued by a neighbor’s father delivered unconscious to a mother still questioning the why Andreas Simic©