The Accident

 

Sharp metal was bent and angled,

From your seat, your body dangled.

Flames were engulfing the air,

Soon they were licking at your hair.

                   

One of the paramedics was your lover,

He was told to take cover.

Their instructions he ignored,

As he ran in to the fire that roared.

 

He pulled you from the wreck with a sledge,

With you in his arms, he was on edge.

"Can you see?

Speak to me!"

 

You were weary,

Making you seem dreary.

Your vision was blurred,

You knew you couldn't be cured.

 

You didn't want to die like this but you wouldn't have it any other way,

To die in you lover's arms this very day.

Your world suddenly became black,

His name was Jack.

 

He couldn't bear this loss,

He said, "I quit" to his boss.

He made many attempts to take his life,

All of them failed including the knife.

 

He is now a drunk,

That smells like a skunk.

He never could get over you,

And to this day he is still blue.

 

Reviews

[The Musings of Mary H.]

Wow! This poem is great! I enjoyed reading it from beginning to end!

mary