October 1, 2010
By Anonymous

I slam on the brakes
Panic overwhelms me
The tires squirm and squeal
Darkness all I see

The seconds lengthen
A white light emerges
The struggle ceases
My memories converge

They flit by without a sound
Tragedies, hopes, dreams
They all fly by
Life is so short it seems

I try to resist
The darkness calling, calling
Consciousness returns
No longer falling, falling

The pain strikes first
I nearly decide to go back
But with the pain came light
Of an approaching ambulance.

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