by Melissa Hensle
Who would know these kids were drunk
driving in our town?
I was coming out of the parking lot,
they hit me, I spun around.
All of a sudden my short life flashed
before my hurting eyes.
I started thinking about all the fun
I had with mom, dad, and the guys.
Then I hear the siren guy say there is no chance -
She will die, I also felt my spirit go up into the sky.
Why does my family have to suffer,
for something they didn't do?
I just pulled out of a parking lot and now my life is through.
I am only 19 years old now,
my family's life is going to shatter,
and the civil case will not matter.
The expense of my funeral will bring them down,
me lying in a casket,
my family and friends all on the ground.
Just because those kids thought they were cool,
drinking and driving in my town.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Who Would Know
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