Hit And Run

Cold air blows upon my pale face. Where am I? It's white its lonely What is this place? I rise to find im in a hospital bed. Braces on my arms cuts on my skin bandages on my head. The doctor comes in with the nurse in place. He walks to me with a sad look on his face. He tells me I will live But the others,they did not Their wounds too bad. They died very quickly but at least I fought. We were in a crash The car was wrecked. Hit by a drunk. Who wasnt looking last time I checked. My mother and sister both were dead when the doctor told me I wept so and so in my hospital bed. How could this happen? Why did that man drink? Why did he drive and hit us so? What did he think? That man lives today recently out of jail Cant remember a thing and feels no guilt as he received bail. He still drinks today. Why,oh why? Still he drives Passing me on the road as I continue to cry.