Game Over Without Another Quarter

Time slows to a crawl,
As I watch the glass begin to splinter.
This moment is forever,
There is no possibility of turning back.

It is imminent; it is now. 
Fear defines me as the branches poke through
And relocate my windshield into my skull.
Game over without another quarter.

I'm ashamed to admit it,
But in this moment,
My thoughts are with you;

Praying for one final embrace.

This is it, inhale slowly.
The last breath I'll ever take.
This mortal coil begins to tear,
My bones shattered by the impact, my soul; fate. 

Author's Note

8/13/12

Reviews

[Mercy Fae]

Time slows to a crawl,
As I watch the glass begin to splinter.
This moment is forever,
There is no possibility of turning back.

The first stanza is powerful. It pulls the reader in instantly.

[Jonny The Savage]

I'm glad you think so, because I never really thought it did.
I always preferred the first two lines of the ending stanza.
Really sums up the seconds following the moment of impact in one of the car accidents I should have died in.

[Mercy Fae]

The title of this hints at a sea of hopelessness from my perspective.

[Chenin Marie]

Love the flow of this. On my way to read more :)

[Jonny The Savage]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Was a pretty hard poem to write three years ago...barely phases me now.