| Here is a poem I wrote... |
I remember that one late night, the night when my mom was right. I remember mom saying don't drink and drive. I remember kissing her on the cheek and saying, I will be back at five. On the way to the party I told my self I will not have no beers, I remember sitting down laughing and talking with my peers. A knock at the doorI heard, brought doubt to my ears. I ran to the back walked around, to see police cars near. In my car I left fleeding with hope and fear. I felt safe and secure, but not knowing that my life was near. I remember seeing car headlights and a faint blur appear. I remember going threw the glass,! I remember laying on the damp wet grass,! I remember seeing cars fled by fast.! I thought to my self mom I did not drink and drive. When ever I tried to move to get up fast it felt like a shotgun blast. Blood pouring down my arms and head, in the back someone said I think he is dead! The peom lets people know that all you have to do is be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you can pay dearly. This boy did not drink and drive but i got killed by a drunk driver..... |