|Progress In Reverse (standard:poetry, 198 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Aug 11 2010||Views/Reads: 1525/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Time moves on and we would naturally assume that we are making progress, but are we?|
Imagine... Sitting in your car But cannot see ahead The road before Is to the rear And filled with fallen dead What evil is this twist afore Where view is misconstrued And taken fright You strain to look In back Where front is viewed What premise has befallen Or could it be a dream The handiwork A giant's hand Of some misguided scheme In fear you break To stop the car As any driver would But motion cease The time does not You pray it only could How can this be You come to ask Where motion is confused Do I control The car I drive How is it I've been used Is time ahead but killing me The view a strange portent I wish that I Could look behind Reverse my life intent But yet the car moves faster And further down the path Where lines of morbid brothers Do pave the way en masse You wish it were not true You pray it not the case But corpses pile top the next In ever greater pace Is this progress you presume When forward thinks it so But look behind And see yourself Among the fallen rows Tweet
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