November 9, 2009
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That night I wish he’d handed me the keys.
We just left from a magnificent bar.
The vodka and rum were his enemies.
At first he couldn’t even find his car.

I asked him, “are you sure you want to drive?”
He said, “no worries son, I am all good.”
Thinking to myself would we all survive?
That second we were friends with the wood.

Crawling around the car into the street.
My hands and face were drenched in all blood.
His head in the windshield, out of his seat.
He was unbuckled, his car full of mud.

Blaming myself for what happened that day,
Can’t bring back my father in any way.

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CreativeScript said...
Apr. 22, 2010 at 12:27 am
I just finished writing my story called "Driving Drunk" it's not up yet. But you should all check out my stuff. Rate, Comment! Ill look at your stuff.
trblue said...
Mar. 27, 2010 at 11:56 am

sorry my man for all your pain.

how you hold it with grace and

hide your shame.

save it for another day. hold your

 head high and think of those

better days. no like to live in


bluemagnet22 said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 1:54 pm
Wow great poem
with a great impact
keep up the good work
partsman25 said...
Nov. 27, 2009 at 10:52 am
very moving..i see big things happeneing in your immediate future
bluemagnet22 replied...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 1:55 pm
lol ur comment kinda sounds like a furtune cookie lol hehehe
Toast said...
Nov. 26, 2009 at 7:46 pm
Talented young writer.
Uhhhhh.....yeah. replied...
May 14, 2010 at 9:09 am
This poem is very touching. Im still new to the whole poem thing but this is a great poem.
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