POETRY: Untitled by Reggie Drake

It was a placid day in Fall;

And a monotonous one.

The world seemed to slow down and revolve counterclockwise as today started looking more and more like yesterday.

The vivid color of the world would dissipate as the black and white of night crept through the celestial sphere that surrounds the repetitive cycle that has come to embody my everyday life.

Its like deja vu over and over again.

Seeing similar faces in familiar places starts to put a toll on my soul as a yearning for something more; something different, begins to take over.

I start searching,

And wandering.

Hoping for a break in the familiar and the emergence of an unpredictable phenomena to stem the incessant tide.

I find nothing.

Nothing but the colorless, insipid society I have come to loathe.

The prosaic structure of secular education drags on for seemingly forever,

As i silently wait for the ensuing bell to toll its dreary toll.

Walking waywardly home, I remember.

Time began to stop; or it seemed to.

It all happened so fast, like a blur, the expeditious arrival of a deadly jet black convertible collides and pulverizes my left side.

I lay motionless.

My heartbeat suddenly stops and i experience a shortness of breath.

..... The world seems so different now.

I see the color of the sirens and the cries from animated faces shrieking in horror.

My eyes close into slits as the newness of this environment fades into a blur.

The subsequent blackness enshrouds me;

And I have never felt more alive.