My eldest bother was killed in a car accident on his way home from Uni to celebrate my father's birthday.


Just a Coin Flipped in Blood



My past fate,
Laughs,
Hysterically,
At me,
Pointing ridicule
At me,
A mocking,
Finger of fun,
Relentlessly,
Pushing me,
Over
The edge.

My life,
Spins on,
From
Fluke,
To fluke.
Just like
A coin,
Flipped
In blood.

Sheer success,
Cheered by
Hundreds.
Then knocked
Out by
Crash after
Crash.
First his,
Then mine.


We both lay
In a ditch,
But I got lucky,
And you didn't.
No logic,
Just the terrorism
Of chaos,
And the blood
Of your fate,
Smothering you.

You died,
Coming back,
To us.
The agony
Of 'If only'.
The irony
Of knowing,
You'll never
Be there,
For me,
Or even
Your
Lost children,
Like a coin,
Tossed in the
Mud,
Just a coin
Flipped in blood.



















Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-06-21 at 01:10

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Esti D-G
added another couple of lines....
2007-06-26


Dan Cederholm
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Wonderful poem but so sad
at the same time . . . bur I
enjoyed the reading and the
splendid writing here . . .
All the best, Dan

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2007-06-24


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Very sad and moving at how fate can change so much

Elle x
2007-06-21


Zoya Zaidi
My dear Esti, as usual, powerfull and moving!
The expression ' coin tossed in blood is really stirring, in a very distrurbing way!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-06-21