An Unwanted Flashback
His mind was blank, numb,
frozen like gloveless hands on a winter’s morning.
And then it hit him.
Crystal clear memories came flooding back;
an overflowing river bursting its banks
to drown the ill-prepared, unsuspecting village
in the valley below.
He had been fortunate enough to forget;
some unknown force of grace
had wiped his conscience clear
into blissful dark and silence.
A silence slain by shrieking laughter, shouting,
and sudden screaming.
At once he saw and knew everything.
Colour exploded before his eyes:
pitch-black, dark green, blinding white,
all submerged by scarlet pillows. Spreading.
both grave – and louder –
than anything that had gone before.
Excitement, in an instant, drowned by dread.
He lay hopeless and immobile in his hospital bed,
watched only by his pale reflection, from the tiles above,
the silence seeming so much more violent
than the collision.
Only one other bed lay occupied in this ward,
filled by a body,
lifelessly conducted by a beeping machine.
Partially surrounded by a huddled crowd of loved ones,
huddling from the shuddering cold
of reality and crushing truth:
it is time to flick the switch.