Poem: Before the Fatal Breath by Mark Tulin/The Drabble

“an innocent stroll of mangled, bloodied bones…”

First published in The Drabble. Featured image copyrighted by Mark Tulin.

Before the Fatal Breath
by Mark Tulin

I barely avoided a fatal mistake
while crossing a busy twelve-lane highway,
wearing a pair of Beats headphones,
grooving on a Rolling Stones song
when my transgression almost turned tragic

I had crossed against a red light,
when my life flashed before my eyes;
instant road kill at thirty-seven,
leaving behind a family of three,
an innocent stroll of mangled, bloodied bones

But I woke up from my mindless daze,
panic mode struck in oncoming traffic,
an angel’s hand tapped me on the shoulder,
before fate could steal my final breath—
I quickly retreated to the curb’s reprieve.

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“My writing is a passion and not an obsession.” – the poet