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One Disastrous Choice


Mom, I’m sorry Your advice I did not take I got into the car, mom And now you’re heart is going to break My little sister was with me, mom She knew that it was wrong But I convinced her it was okay, mom She got in too before long I had had so much to drink, mom I could not tell wrong from right I know I shouldn’t have driven, mom On this very late summer night Everything was just so blurry, mom My senses and I were out of touch I want you to know, mom That I love my sister so very much I didn’t see the truck, mom That was in the other lane I collided with it head-on, mom Then all I felt was pain Everything went black, mom But I heard my sister scream Then everything got dead silent, mom As if I were in a dream I finally opened my eyes, mom And now I’m stuck here in this car I can barely move, mom My injuries are definitely going to scar And oh my sweet young sister, mom Is so quiet and so still She was so very right, mom To take it all back, I would surely kill But because of one bad choice, mom Her blood is everywhere I can smell and see it all around, mom It’s covering her beautiful brown hair I’ll never forgive myself, mom As I pray for her to just move her head But I know the truth, mom Because of me my little sister is dead
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Comments (2)

wildheart
<p>This hit me really hard, for obvious reasons. It's really good, K. Heartwrenching, sad and beautiful. Miss you. Email me? firstnamelastnamealllowercase@gmail</p>
Rabia Cav
I'm not big on poetry, but this gave me the goosebumps. I'm sure you have learned your "lesson" but do not let it burden you, otherwise it will consume you. You should make something of yourself and make her proud. Stick to your studies and it will take you places your sister didn't get to go.

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