Unspoken Words Poem by Richie Duprey

Isn't it bizarre that we, as humans, think we have so much time to say everything we want to say but yet, when we get a grasp of how time actually works, we forget that it can all change in the blink of an eye and words ultimately will be left unsaid?

A summer breeze, Mediterranean heat. Dust flying up from the tyres of a rusted Fiat.
Quiet roads but loud hangovers. Spending ‘time' with a soul akin to mine.
A handbreak becomes a one-armed bandit. Emergency. Stop.
A gasp of cold air yet nothing seems to enter quivering bronchioles.
A desperate cry for help to blank faces. The battery has died.
Turbulence. Turbulence. Psychotically rocking to blue lights.
Brown paper bags are like dollar signs in wide, panicked eyes.
A heart that ceases to stop hurting helplessly pounds the walls of it's prison.
Help. Help! These are not words that the tongue wants to aid pronunciation to.
The words this muscle wants to thump out are withheld. Why?
These could be the last few moments and you can't say it!
Seconds, not minutes. If you can't say it now…
The lips want to show appreciation, yet not a syllable slides out.
No cries to fake ‘makers', that thought is irrelevant in apparent last orders.
How can one spend time with my brother when veins dry?
The heart cannot cope with another impending journey, in another horrid time.
One more time round would be just one's luck.
Realisation of continuing to exist.
The heart slows.
Pins and needles still annoy the clump of cells in the skull.
I long for a hug for I still cannot speak.