collision
fictional poem by zoe frenchman
the bus is full of souls of wonder,
all with various stories of blunder
despite their hardships from past lives
they persist in their progress and pull out their knives
they resist their habits of self-destruction
and replace them with blocks of reconstruction
duplicitous and malicious,
yet felicitous and auspicious
take on the world and be heard
or face defeat and burn your words
bridges will tumble
stitches will humble
castles will crumble
and hassles of no mumble
deep within the tunnel
the strangers spot a funnel
they gather in a huddle
the driver’s moves are subtle
he’s preparing his rebuttal
for when he’s a convicted murder
with a sort of twisted learning curve,
an evil genius and a fraud
then how’d he get so easily caught?
he sparks the matches,
and starts the bashes,
his fatal flaws have gone too far,
and he’s the cause of the blaring alarm
his sapphire gloom,
the suffocating tomb,
the critical wound,
the inordinate doom,
brings him right back to that room.
About the Creator
zoe frenchman
I’m Zoe, I’m 21, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m a poet and content writer currently enrolled in the Creative Writing BFA program at Full Sail U!
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