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Dragged
by Rula ShindraggedÂ…
kicking and screaming
through wretched
humiliation
to what end
but that secured
to cold metal steal
beneath my car - draggingÂ…
across blazing road
burning and
skinning my pride
for miles
and milesÂ…
thinking to myself “now I die,”
then silence.
on the
distant road ahead
Fate yawns,
bored,
leaving my
reigns running wild
heading for
certain
demise
ever dragging...
sparks flying...
then HALTS
inches from the precipice...
Oh Fate you cunning prankster!
01/18/2004 Author's Note: Inspired by a News Story: A woman recounts her near death experience - she loses control of her car in the middle of a highway. She climbs out dazed...seconds later a Semi truck runs "something" over...she is beneath the truck, attached by her clothing to cold metal...for 2 LEG-RIPPING miles. Right before she is about to die...the truck stops.
Posted on 01/19/2004
Copyright © 2024 Rula Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/20/04 at 02:05 PM 'Dragged?...Kicking and screaming...To what end??? Dragged by the life siatuations, a creation of definite laws, we have no control over barring the fact that we are one of the factors, we have no control over.Oh! we are subject to the laws of accident, subject to the laws of cause and effect, subject to the laws of association, subject to the laws of fate, subject to the laws of deviation, subject to I don't know how many laws. Even the so called HALT is subject to these laws. And HALT is a HALT only at a specific point of time on the scale of time. It can tantamount to Dragging at some other point of time.And then again a HALT at some other point of time and so on . |
| Posted by Kimberly Bare on 01/20/04 at 02:35 PM that last line...oh fate you cunning prankster...how true! This is excellent...Welcome to Pathetic |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/05/04 at 05:38 AM fate and irony and introspection... excellent story/poem... blessings... |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 02/27/04 at 05:19 AM Wow, that is an amazing story with an amazingly powerful poem to match. In specific, the "burning and / skinning my pride / for miles / and miles…" struck me. The imagery in this is really something else... great work :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/19/05 at 02:15 PM this poem works on many levels and its effectiveness is owing not necessarily to its very real and moving content, but for me it is the usage of language, just the right portions thereof that have me taking high note. |
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