My rational thought just disappeared,
Heart rate high, confrontation is weird;
No fast talking words can assist my escape;
to stand here and fight, is emotional rape.
Innocent bystander, I watched vandals deface;
outnumbered, if I live, tis surely God’s grace!
Forced to the ground, mouth covered by tape,
I must try to forgive, their intolerable state.
Agonising pain, as kicks and punches aim to slay,
my head thuds into a rail, painful memories today,
Unbearable beating, as I hear ribs snap or break;
final thoughts of rescue, I fear are much too late.
Train engine approaching, laden with freight.
unconscious, left bleeding, such a terrible fate!
I stir from this nightmare, am I still on the rails?
Will I die on the track, near rusty sleeper’s nails?
Bright light is not Heaven, nor a train that runs late,
Instead, it’s a white lamp, on my Hospital bed’s gate.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.
