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Broken Glass

Jacob Blauvelt

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Broken glass, wailing tires
bending metal, gas fires,
The stage is pitch black,
The curtain raises, this is the final act.
Sirens booming through the night,
sounds of horror, screams of fright.
Intense pain, the smell of blood
watering eyes begin to flood.
They drag out our lifeless bodies, one by one,
What has happened, we were just having fun!
My sister shouts my name, what did I do?
Her blood stained clothes shredded, beyond repair
in the road, lies her sparkling shoe.
A shadow leans over me, looking in despair,
“What were you doing, boy”?
“What made you think you would be okay to drive?”
He lifted the sheet, gazing into my empty eyes,
“Only if you had called your parents, you would still be alive.”
He turned around, a tear fell from his face,
What had I done? I felt like a disgrace,
I started to cry, I started to yell;
But no one could hear me, no one could tell.
They put me in an ambulance, red and blue lights flashing onlookers eyes.
The doctor said I was dead on arrival, with zero chance of revival.
My father’s face blank, my mother’s drowned in tears,
she collapses in grief, overcome by fear.
My sister confused, thinking how could this happen,
She exclaims, “If only I would have taken the keys away, he would have lived to see another day”
I try to comfort them, but they do not know,
For I see through the eyes of a ghost.
They take my body to a house, that I had known all my life
Where I learned to throw a football, and carve toys with my knife
They place my expressionless body into a box.
I continue to ask what is happening,
But nothing I say will make them stop.
Everyone is crying, my family is so sad.
I wish someone would answer me,
I’m starting to get mad.
My mother leans over me and kisses me goodbye,
My father pulls her away as she is screaming, “why”?
They lower my body into a dirt grave,
It feels so cold, I yell to be saved.
But no one notices my plea for help.
For I misplayed the hand I was dealt.
I then see a cloaked figure; I begin to cry.
Can you tell me what is happening?
It replies “You have died.”
I can’t be dead; it must be a dream
I’m still so young!, I want to do so many things
What about college or graduation day?
what about a wedding? Please, I want to stay.
The figure looked upon me, and with a saddened voice,
“It didn’t have to end like this; you knew you had a choice.”
“I’m sorry it’s too late now; time I cannot turn back.”
For you have busted, in this game of blackjack
Why did this happen? I didn’t want to die!
Looking down at my family, I gave my last goodbye.
“I’m sorry I disappointed you, Dad.
Mom, please don’t cry,
I didn’t mean to hurt you, or cause you any pain.
I’m sorry all you’re left with is a plaque carved with my name.
I’m sorry all your dreams for me have been ripped away;
the plans for my future all gathered in a box.
It was such a stupid thing I did, I wish I could turn back the clocks.
I would have never got behind the wheel, if I knew my life was for deaths to steal.
The cloaked figure embraced me and with these words it sighed,
this is the consequence you paid to drink and drive.
I wish you made a better choice, If you did you would be alive.
It doesn’t matter how much you beg or plea
There is nothing I can do, you must come with me.”
and so death took me as his own
At this point, there was no turning back
But the curtain is being lowered.
so ends the final act.

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