The AccidentA Poem by TheresaIt's a mix between a poem and a story I guess.
I had a feeling I even made my concern known I told him not to get on that bike He never did listen I walked away hoping Hoping for once he would listen to me Then the door flew open My name being called through the house Call 911 Call it now Your brother is hurt Oh man it's bad I stared at his friend looking for the joke The punchline never came before he went I grabbed the phone and dialed My heart was racing Panic was setting in My hands began to tremble I tried to keep my composure I spoke to the operator Answered the relentless questions Then I was asked to give an exact address I gave the address to the building But that wasn't good enough He wanted me to walk over and be exact I grabbed the cordless and ran out the door I wasn't prepared for what I would see My brother lifeless on the ground A puddle of blood in circled his head The tears began to swell My emotions a disatrous wreck I blurted out the address and fell to my knees My hand covered my mouth The tears over flowed Lights and sirens over took the sight I looked for assurance from the EMT's Seeing blood coming out his ear made their words disappear I had to be the one to make the call Call my parents and break the news I did my best to sugar coat the sight that burned my eyes Tried to keep the visions from entering my thoughts At the hospital answers were not given They sent him for xrays after he was bandaged up ICU is where he would wind up What year is it? We asked when he woke 1996 he answered without a doubt Confidence behind it Only it wasn't August 2006 was that dreaded day Fear set in We didn't know what to expect It was a long road ahead of us My brother was strong and he fought He is healthy today but still can't remember that entire day Unfortunately for me it is burned in my eyes The sight of a bike zooming on by Throws me in a trance The only thing I can see is my brother lifeless on the ground His head in circled in a puddle of blood I thank the stars above for his life but wish I could erase that ever taunting sight © 2009 TheresaAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on November 5, 2009 AuthorTheresaPatchogue, NYAboutI am 25 years old and I am only one semester away from my bachelor's degree in Marketing, but now decided I wanted to go back to my first dream; becoming a writer. I've always loved to write and I jus.. more..Writing
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