Death in the Fast Lane

I try to move but find I can't
There is blackness all around me
Sound I hear but not quite clear
Can't make out what they're saying

Where am I? how did I get here?
I cannot think of an answer
All I know is I can't see a thing
I can't even feel my body

Words I hear but sound so muffled
Sounds keep drifting in and out
If only I could remember
But only blackness stares back at me

Seems there's something at edge of memory
Remember party wild and free
Too much booze and too much smoking
I was smashed beyond belief

Oh my God! now I remember
Driving home was drunk too much
Coming round that blasted corner
Lost control and drifted off

Round and round, seemed forever
Over and over rolled the car
Tracey screaming in pain and terror
Smelling petrol, fire crackling

Feel the heat and panic rising
Desperate to get out of there
Smell of human flesh burning
Blackness claimed the rest of night

Here it is four years later
Blindness is for rest of life
My body burned so badly
Lucky to be even alive

Many days I sit at graveside
Talk to Tracey all day long
Lost my Love, my life companion
Burdened with guilt I carry on
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Thankfully this one is not an actual event

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Comments (1)

netman
scary man...i used to drink lots
cool
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