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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Damage 03/03/2018 I left that morning like any other , At work before dawn. Hope in my heart as always, I was seeing my 2nd born. Early to start, eager to finish, Not a care in the world. Light rain falling on ground, When suddenly I was hurled. For braking time, or evasive action, Neither could be taken. Body smashed on bull bar, My life it seemed foresaken Helmet smashed to pieces, Now Through the air I glided, Away from the treacherous Triton With Which my bones collided Not a care in the world I woke up on the hard concrete Stunning silence all around My crumpled legs my eyes to greet Not a care in the world The pain had not yet hit But soon might thoughts had gathered And all I thought was SHIT I don’t want to be in hospital, I hope its one night only! But then the pain was overwhelming I felt so lost and lonely. The pain is indescribable, Legs shattered, hip broken, dislocated. The pain is unimaginable, I couldn’t be placated. In agony I lay there prone, 20 minutes for help to arrive The ambulance with siren on Would make sure that I’d survive. One night in hospital but a dream, Almost 3 months was my sentence Operations, infections, more than I can mention In my mind Id surely paid my penance. In and out of Hospitals for years My true suffering had just begun Pain my new constant companion Alone abusing drugs for fun Many years in pity city Wishing I died at the Tritons hand Drinking, drugging alone and mad On my own I’d have to stand
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