The Accident

The sky was never bright.
It remained a dull grey
and it was expected to rain.
But for some reason
it held off all day
and stayed cool and dry
with a heavy dose of humidity
hanging in the air.

 

While the sun was still sinking
and the moon was quickly rising
(you could already see it in the sky)
the rain chose then to fall
on the barely lit pavement
where it formed puddles and slick spots.

 

While texting, Darla hit one of those �"
the slick spots �"
and careened into a 1998 Ford Escort, blue.

 

In that battered blue Escort
was a young man
driving
over the speed limit
and not watching
the road
because
his girlfriend
was giving birth in the backseat.

 

The flashing lights in the darkness
give the occasional outline of a shaking head.

 

The rain has stopped and the sirens are turned off.
The road is closed and a sound cannot be heard

 

until there was a newborn’s cry
from the back of the bus.

 

Baby Faith is alive,
but Darla took her parents away.

Author's Note

Predictable and overdone message, but I like the piece.

Reviews

[Jordan A. Wilson]

This one isn't particularly "poetic" to me, but it was interesting to ready from like a Channel 5 News standpoint. I also liked the first stanza.

[Marissa]

it's pretty good

[Laura Maidah]

Weak hook, man

[w]

It is probably one of my worst pieces in years, but it was actually published as a part of a writeup in a local paper so thought I would share.

[Dove]

You did a good job on writing this. It's very sad but obviously you have writing skills:) Fantastic job, I enjoyed the read.

[Amila Jay]

Pretty sad yet a nice poem :))