A loud crash echoes,
through the placid night.
Screeching tires bellow,
as a girl cries in fright.
I rush to the mangled car,
totalled beyond repair.
With the smell of booze,
and blood flowing from her hair.
I see liquid rapidly running from the car,
so I pull her out and run towards home.
I calm her cries of pain and drunken panic,
As I stare at the cars of steel, and chrome.
This gentle girl decided to drink,
and drove herself behind a wheel.
Perhaps was fate she didn't hit the oak tree,
instead God saved her life by my automobile.
In the after math of this big mess,
I walk away with food for thought.
When you drink you pretend to only drive,
and forget everything you're ever taught.








Searra
















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