In the Hands of Another
The sun is gleaming and the wind whistling, It is a beautiful autumn day. Vibrant colors on each unique tree, As I drive down the freeway. A cautious driver with wheel gripping hands, I know my mom taught me well. Always alert and always ready, Just listen to what I tell. The sun was gleaming and the wind whistling, I remember it like yesterday. Listening to music, eyes on the road, I didn’t want it to end this way. All of a sudden, I felt my stomach flip, My brain went blank for a moment. I heard a loud noise and my body went numb, And suddenly, I was on the cement. The sun was gleaming and the wind whistling, While a driver was on his phone, My life was put into the hands of another, And now I am all alone. He could’ve been a lawyer, doctor, or father, But now he has a new definition. A man that had to check his phone while driving, And then left me in this condition. The sun is gleaming and the wind whistling, An unbearable ringing in my ears. My body is numb and I am terrified, As my eyes begin to fill with tears. Why did it have to be me, I thought, On the cold cement where I lie, All because a man checked his phone, I am going to die. The sun was gleaming and the wind whistling, It was a beautiful autumn day. Vibrant colors on each unique tree, I was just driving down the freeway. A text- it can wait.
A first person point of view of the deadly effects of another’s reckless driving.