Drive To Prison

A poem about giving chase

Drive To Prison

Music is thumping, drink is flowing
having a great night out
See this girl staring at me
Checking me out no doubt

A couple of friends are getting in trouble
Doorman breaking up the fights
And once again we are kicked out of a club
Another end to one of my nights

Waiting outside the kebab shop
The girl walks past and winks
I have the audacity to ask for her number
At least see what she thinks

But as I leave to chase her
My friend grabs the neck of my shirt
“I hope your not ditching me mate
All for a piece of skirt”

I promised to drive him home
I shouldn’t have had so much to drink
But as the evening rolled on
I lost the ability to think

“Well we need to offer her a ride”
I said to my friend
His bloodshot eyes stare at me
His thinking starts to decend

We walk to my car, he trips on the floor
Pulls himself up by pulling on the door
We take our seats and start to give chase
To the girl that gave me a wink
I’ll offer her A nice ride home
I wonder what she’ll think

We see her walking alone
I speed up to get near
My mate grabs the wheel
“hey let me steer”
The girl turns in shock
As she hears screeching from the tyres
I try to pry my friends fingers
But they are attached like welded wires

An oncoming car has to swerve
to avoid our full beam light
The girl is hit by the oncoming car
And I witness the nightmarish sight

The body bounced off the ground
I could hear the CRACK
As several bones were broken
My friends arms finally slack

“we need to help that girl mate”
But all I could see were bars
Prison is where I would be heading
And I don’t see no other cars

So I drove away
the girl that winked is dead
My friend shot himself
from the images in his head

The other driver is in prison
For the murder that I caused
But there is no guilt on my mind
I barely even paused

Author's Note

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[Kes]

So I drove away
the girl that winked is dead
My friend shot himself
from the images in his head

The other driver is in prison
For the murder that I caused
But there is no guilt on my mind
I barely even paused


Best bits of the whole poem. Gave me shivers.
Great work.

[Ashley Myers]

that situation is messed up. but the scary thing is that people really do that and other people take the consequence. i think there should be more laws that crack down on drinking and driving to be honest because s**t like this happens, and no one speaks out.

[Dilan Gray]

I like how real this poem is. Your images are strong and I love the flow of the poem. Great job.

[Apathy To Empathy]

*shudders* I hate facing reality, but this shed light on what I forgot: driving. Ugh. Great write my friend