Chapter 1 - Death of an Innocent #1
Submitted November 6, 2003 Updated November 6, 2003 Status Incomplete | I take absolutly no credit for this. it is my favorite poem. I've found 3 different ways to put it. this is number 1
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Chapter 1 - Death of an Innocent #1
Chapter 1 - Death of an Innocent #1
Death of An Innocent
I Went To A Party Mom…
I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn’t drink and drive,
though some friends said I should
and your advice to me was right,
the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got in my car,
sure to get home in one piece.
I never knew that was coming, Mom
something I expected least.
Now I’m lying on the pavement,
and I hear the policeman say,
“the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,”
Mom, his voice seems so far away.
My own blood’s all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
“This girl is going to die.”
I’m sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high
because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
knowing that it ruins lives?
And the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put Daddy’s Girl on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that it’s wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments
and I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, “I love you, Mom!”
So I love you and good-bye.
I Went To A Party Mom…
I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn’t drink and drive,
though some friends said I should
and your advice to me was right,
the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got in my car,
sure to get home in one piece.
I never knew that was coming, Mom
something I expected least.
Now I’m lying on the pavement,
and I hear the policeman say,
“the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,”
Mom, his voice seems so far away.
My own blood’s all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
“This girl is going to die.”
I’m sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high
because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
knowing that it ruins lives?
And the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put Daddy’s Girl on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that it’s wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments
and I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, “I love you, Mom!”
So I love you and good-bye.
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