One Late Night
It was a late night. Breathe. Just wanted to be home. Keys. Car. Long day at work today. Open. Door. Shut. Tossed bag to the side. Phone. Buzz. Engine. On. The car lurched forward fast. Blinker. Breathe. Yawn. Look. Turn. 15 more minutes to go. Freeway. Speed. Increase. Yawn. Buzz. Phone. Ignore the phone buzzing now. Glance. Attention. Buzz. Concentrate. Blinker. Glance. Exit. Concentrate on the road ahead. Yawn. Buzz. Phone. Glance. Neighborhood. Blinker. Turn. Swerve. Got to stay in control. Yawn. Rub. Stretch. Tired. Buzz. Glance. Phone. Radio. Loud. Forget to use the blinker. Turn. Fast. Uncontrolled. Help. Swerve. Reflex. Spin. Jerk. Brake. Skid. Didn’t see the family crossing. Hit. Crash. Thrown. Airbag. Buzz. Screams. Crying. Blood. Shame. Hurt. Shouldn’t have checked my phone, Now it’s my fault. Shouldn’t have turned up the music. Never will be forgiven. Shouldn’t have been distracted. Now they are dead.
This poem distresses a sort of chain reaction that adding distractions may ultimately lead to. Today’s society is full of distractions and how we embody it into our own lives, we have total control of. In conclusion, distractions are only distractions if we let them be. Try and to avoid having your phone nearby or having the music up to loud that you can’t be prepared in an emergency.