Jaran
03-28-2008, 09:55 PM
Happy times come to an end
with the sound of broken glass.
My foot hits the brake pedal.
My car comes screeching to a halt.
Two objects had appeared on the road
Suddenly, no screams were uttered.
A little girl and her young mother,
Their bodies had become like rag dolls.
My heart beats quickly as I exit the car,
I run to their bodies and check for any signs of life.
I feel like I should be crying
As screams from observers fill the night air.
I run back to the car,
I scream at my friend, "Call 911!"
He dials frantically and hands me the phone.
I pace along the road as my training kicks in.
The operator answers,
A calm tone in her voice.
I respond in kind,
No emotion shows within my speech.
I give her the facts and say "I think they're dead",
Within seconds the police sirens blare all around me,
The officers look at the bodies and I watch in shock.
A little girl and her mother.
Eyes closed.
Mouths open.
Blood splattered upon their faces.
Yet the shock doesn't sink in,
And the terror doesn't take hold.
I feel almost inhuman,
As the scene continues to unfold.
Constables crowd around me,
They ask me dozens of questions.
My answers are always the same,
I shake unconsciously as the adrenaline begins to wear off.
Two lives gone.
Two lives lost.
The front of my car.
Turned two people into ghosts.
I still feel as though I'm in the vehicle,
I still feel the force of the impact,
I still hear the sound of bone breaking against glass and metal,
I still blame myself for it all.
with the sound of broken glass.
My foot hits the brake pedal.
My car comes screeching to a halt.
Two objects had appeared on the road
Suddenly, no screams were uttered.
A little girl and her young mother,
Their bodies had become like rag dolls.
My heart beats quickly as I exit the car,
I run to their bodies and check for any signs of life.
I feel like I should be crying
As screams from observers fill the night air.
I run back to the car,
I scream at my friend, "Call 911!"
He dials frantically and hands me the phone.
I pace along the road as my training kicks in.
The operator answers,
A calm tone in her voice.
I respond in kind,
No emotion shows within my speech.
I give her the facts and say "I think they're dead",
Within seconds the police sirens blare all around me,
The officers look at the bodies and I watch in shock.
A little girl and her mother.
Eyes closed.
Mouths open.
Blood splattered upon their faces.
Yet the shock doesn't sink in,
And the terror doesn't take hold.
I feel almost inhuman,
As the scene continues to unfold.
Constables crowd around me,
They ask me dozens of questions.
My answers are always the same,
I shake unconsciously as the adrenaline begins to wear off.
Two lives gone.
Two lives lost.
The front of my car.
Turned two people into ghosts.
I still feel as though I'm in the vehicle,
I still feel the force of the impact,
I still hear the sound of bone breaking against glass and metal,
I still blame myself for it all.