Hit And Run
Location
Cold air blows
upon my pale face.
Where am I?
It's white
its lonely
What is this place?
I rise to find
im in a hospital bed.
Braces on my arms
cuts on my skin
bandages on my head.
The doctor comes in
with the nurse in place.
He walks to me
with a sad look on his face.
He tells me I will live
But the others,they did not
Their wounds too bad.
They died very quickly
but at least I fought.
We were in a crash
The car was wrecked.
Hit by a drunk.
Who wasnt looking
last time I checked.
My mother and sister
both were dead
when the doctor told me
I wept so and so
in my hospital bed.
How could this happen?
Why did that man drink?
Why did he drive
and hit us so?
What did he think?
That man lives today
recently out of jail
Cant remember a thing
and feels no guilt
as he received bail.
He still drinks today.
Why,oh why?
Still he drives
Passing me on the road
as I continue to cry.
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RebeccaYSPerez
This poem is so heartbreaking, it speaks right to the reader. It is raw and open, and emotional. The format you've given it makes the words flow right off the screen. If the story is true a commemorate you for being able to write this out so eloquently, and I most certainly would like to pass on my condolences to your loved ones. This is a strong piece against drinking and drive and deserves to be circulated. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Rebecca