Progress In Reverse (standard:poetry, 198 words)
Author: Reid Laurence	Added: Aug 11 2010	Views/Reads: 2401/0	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


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