t-t-t-turn left at the next junction or you'll get hurt
i can't tell you more 'cause it's really what you deserve
it'll be clean cut, sharp fast, without any pain
and in two years there'll still be flowers on the road
on Starkberry lane.
with a pretty card from your two year old little child
who you never met but always wanted to see smile
and the best part is, you'll never get to see her
and frankly she really wasn't very eager to
go meet you.
this is your fault; you definitely chose your own fate
but my mind's telling me to call them before it's too late
i told them to hurt you but now I start to regret
all the times I denied my daughter the truth
and tried to forget.
daddy didn't want her did he? he didn't really desire
to see his darling daughter, if even just for a little while.
and God I can't imagine why because her lovely
cheeky smile lights up my day and pauses the silent
yet deafening loneliness.
God, please turn left.
Damn it.
For her sake.
If you didn't understand what it was about (which is very probable), then basically this poem is in the POV of a single mother. The father ran off to the other end of the country and always said he wanted to see the kid but he never ever did. He leaves them hanging again because he didn't come when he said he would so she hires people to crash a car into his, effectively killing him, but she has last minute regrets.
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