I was caught in a terrible storm on the interstate today while on my motorcyle. I guess that there was a tornado that touched down where I was. Everyone was honking their horns and stopping their cars on the interstate - it was a long, wet ride.
The future stopped...no vision saw I The past was black and raging. Sun disappeared into some unknown vault and the wind was a beast in need of caging.
Gnarling and gnashing, the present was cruel. No thoughts had I but "Please God, see me thru" Life was suspended, if but, for one second as I began to think that this was my final cue.
Traffic ceased moving as though bidding farewell to my soul as I passed those white bars by. Traveling blindly into a future once so sure yet the fortune teller was the, now pissed off, sky.
Horizontal rain pierced by body. The wind gripped till nearly collapsed a lung. Interstate becoming an unfamiliar vortex transporting my thoughts to a funeral wreath - hung.
Why did I come here past Hell's awful gate? Was my word strong enough to carry me there? The wind picked me up and tossed me homeward... I didn't believe I'd survive this "Nowhere."
Would anyone notice if I did not show up? What am I other than a phantom in the crowd? I wiped the rain from my face adn continued onward through the lowering and swirling cloud.
Cars slamming brakes and people running... abandoning lives before a great twisting ghost. There I sat, still wishing to push forward if hell wants me, I am unwilling host.
My heart is emptied, no shelter for Purgatory I left those behind me seeking shelter from storm. and traveled upon that empty and alien interstate for the ground will not take me to be company to worm.
The storm clouds parted - to the destination, I arrived. Devil nor God came to claim my meager soul. For, it must not have been worth much at all... other to walk me on that fine line of being in Death's control.
You not only rode it, you brought it vividly to life with this tense write!!!!!! I felt like I was there with you--very well penned! Just glad you're okay and lived to tell the tale. :)
I can almost feel the tension. I have often sought shelter in a storm, while people in cages seem oblivious to what surrounds them.
I still prefer two wheels over four though.
Oh this was about a storm I thought it was about my life
I think you have done an excellent job of capturing all the emotions
and adreneline rush that goes with facing danger
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Glad you came through it Lori
Peter
You not only rode it, you brought it vividly to life with this tense write!!!!!! I felt like I was there with you--very well penned! Just glad you're okay and lived to tell the tale. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
I still prefer two wheels over four though.
Well written.
Rob
Felix
I think you have done an excellent job of capturing all the emotions
and adreneline rush that goes with facing danger