Sad Poems/Stories

The below story is a sad one and it makes you think how fast you can have a child taken away from you because of a car accident. It is not meant to offend or hurt anyone that reads it but it hit home for me when my son was in a car accident last year and he hit someone head on and flipped his car and landed in a stream upside down with him in it. The driver of the other car and my son walked away from the accident with no injuries and to this day I am always worried about him when he is driving. As parents we will worry the rest of our life trying to protect our children and keep them from getting hurt by themself or others.

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Dead at 17

Agony claws my mind.
I am a statistic.
When I first got here,
I felt very much alone.
I was overwhelmed by grief,
and I expected to find sympathy.

I found no sympathy.
I saw only thousands of others
whose bodies were as badly mangled as mine.
I was given a number and placed in a category.
The category was called "traffic fatalities."

The day I died was an ordinary school day.
How I wish I had taken the bus!
But I was too cool for the bues.
I remember how I wheeled the car out of Mom.
"Special favor," I pleaded.
"All kids drive."
When the 2:50 P.M. bell rang,
I threw my books in the locker.
Free until tomorrow morning!
I ran to the parking lot,
excited at the thought of driving a car
and being my own boss.

It doensn't matter how the accident happened,
I was goofing off-going too fast,
taking crazy changes.
But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun.
The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who
seemed to be going awfully slow.
I heard a crash and felt a terrific jolt.
Glass and steel flew everywhere.
My whole body seemed to be turning inside out.
I heard myself scream.

Suddenly, I awakened.
It was very quiet.
A police officer was standing over me.
I saw a doctor.
My body was mangled.
I was saturated with blood.
Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over.
Strange that I couldn't feel anything.
Hey, Don't pull that sheet over my head.
I can't be dead.
I'm only 17.
I've got a date tonight.
I'm supposed to have a wonderful life ahead of me.
I haven't lived yet.
I can't be dead.

Later I was placed in a drawer.
My folks came to identify me.
Why did they have to see me like this?
Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced
the most terrible ordeal of her life?
Dad suddenly looked very old.
He told the man in charge, "Yes-he is our son."

The funeral was weird.
I saw all my relatives and
friends walk toward the casket.
They looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen.
some of my buddies were crying.
A few of the girls touched my hand and
sobbed as they walked by.

Please--somebody--wake me up!
Get me out of here.
I can't bear to see Mom and Dad in such pain.
My grandparents are so weak from grief they can barely walk.
My brother and sister are like zombies.
They move like robots.
In a daze.
Everybody.
No one can believe this.
I can't believe it, either.

Please don't burry me!
I'm not dead!
I have a lot of living to do!
I want to laugh and run again.
I want to sing and dance.
Please don't put me in the ground!
I promise if you give me just one more chance,
God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world.
All I want is one more chance.
God, I'm only 17.

John Berrio

Dreams

A lost young petal
Wondering souls
I see the dream you seek
Follow me please, if you dare.
the dream is coming
For you and me.
I return by your side
With a heart in my hand.
It is like a bright fire dancing
To the slow music turning.
My heart as smooth as ivory
Has turned to a lonely, sulfur.
I retire my heart now to you,
Love me because I love you.

" Unchained Melody "
by LeAnn Rimes

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