A Wreckage of Violets

They pulled me from the wreckage
The twisted ribcage of steel
And I looked around
At the pain and loss
The hollow eyes and the horror
I stood and walked
And as I rested the years seemed to pass
People came and went
And violets grew by the side of the road
Just like the ones my mum used to love
Four frames of gilded metal
Nailed to a tree
The same metal of the car
Reformed good as new
To house pictures within its confines
And as I stared at the four
I could see my parents and my brother
People came and went
And over the years the frames grew to rust
My breath still escaped me
Like sinking beneath water
Catching in my throat
As I stared all around
The violets continued to grow
Growing like a natural carpet
Covering the scars in the earth the wreckage had made
People stopped to look
The distant faces within the twisted frames
Stared back unseeingly
Their forms could only just be made out
As I sat and watched
Still needing to rest and catch my breath
Time clocked over
And I realised nobody could see me

A Wreckage of Violets

Charlotta

Hazelbrook, Australia

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Just another dream turned to words….

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