Cold, to the very marrow of my bones
I lie here, shivering, unable to move
If only I had obeyed the cones
Instead of having something to prove
Dad said I’d crash one day
Always driving like a maniac
I know what he’d say
“What now Brainiac?”
I can’t shift my leg
Trapped under the jammed front seat
Useless, but I scream and beg
Far from home in a field of wheat
I’m sorry Dad, you were right
I’m not Evil Knievel in a car
I don’t always have to fight
I’m not lightning bottled in a jar
When I crashed through the barricade
I knew it was my final run
I’ll die in this car.. alone, afraid
No more days in the sun
Blood trickles, but oh so slow
My heart is sluggish but still beating
Can’t feel my fingers, my toes
One final warmth, soul heating
Then off to sleep…..
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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A very tragic poem. We have way too many people around here who speed and get into horrific accidents. There was one guy trying to cannonball run the freeway and he hit the pylon so hard the car exploded from the force. Basically nothing but disintegrated shards.
I tend to drive very fast and my parents always tell me to slow down. I can see myself as the person in the poem, lol
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