The sudden stop, The crash through glass, The twist of steel, It doesn't seem real. The flow of pain, The cold, hard pavement, The piercing scream, All a bad dream? The sight of sadness, The tremendous hurt, The loss of a friend, The pain never ends. I was the one, Who wanted some fun, If only I didn't drive, She might still be alive.
Reason for writing:
The reason behind the poem is drunk driving...I am against it in every way.
This is a poem about someone who killed their friend by drinking and driving. My intention was to put the reader in the place of the driver.
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