There goes your mom. Just hollering at you, “Be careful out there!” You scoff. Her incessant worrying is too much to bear. ‘It’s annoying.’, you think. You head out to your car alone. Your dad throws you the keys, and says, “When you’re driving, don’t play on your phone!” Rolling eyes and more scoffing. “I’ll be fine,” you exclaim, “It’s just to my friend’s place.” They’re both at the door, and say goodbye. All you do is wave to save face. All just a loud cacophony. ‘How embarrassing,’ you think. Shnk. Vroom, Vroom. An engine springs to life. There you go, riding off into the wind. Riding, Riding, Riding along the nightlife. Crickets. Honks. Cheering. Laughing. All just a loud cacophony. Suddenly, a phone rings. You look to your right. Your phone is just there, pumping its ringtone, Shining its usual blinking light. You reach for your phone. You only looked away for a second. You’re at a busy, bustling street. And then… Just a loud cacophony. Boom. Smash. Screams. Boom. Boom. BOOM! Fwoosh. Crackling. Screams. Silence. The cacophony drifted away. And so did that family’s son. They held a funeral. Distraction had won. He was only a boy, prone to a bright phone screen. It was a distraction For their sweet teen. 49% of teens drive distracted each year. Each text, search, and post can wait. And hopefully, this percentage can be reduced to a lower rate. Turn down the noise. Turn off your phone. Turn off the cacophony.
This poem is a mixture between free writing, and rhyming. I also wanted to include a bit of an emotional clutch for this poem to relate to teenagers. We’ve all experienced parent’s overprotectiveness, and we all hate it sometimes. But sometimes, it’s warranted, and they do it because they know more. It’s just a bit of story to have teenagers relate more to this poem. The main message of this poem is to never drive looking at your phone because it almost always ends up terribly.