The One To Pay

Jade W

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Sobbing, screaming, crying, silence. Nothing compares to this form of violence. When pain seems to be the only notion, I guess I’m the one to pay. To pay for the damage I have caused! If only I could erase my mistake, It would be, okay. No, It was me that chose this fate! I decided that my so called “social life” was prime! But now, I feel, I hurt so many to the distraction I created behind the wheel. It called to me. Why did it call me? Now I am suffering with heartache. Heartache of knowing, someone’s mother is sitting in the hall, Most likely wondering if she can hold him one last time. Or a father whose only son, never returns home. The pain in my legs don’t compare to the pain in my heart. I cry out for forgiveness to the family whose son I killed! The son whose loss of life was a result of my actions behind the wheel. It took no time at all, yet, Here I am. Here I am sitting in silence remembering those few moments, And now, I have no one to blame but myself. If only I could turn back the time, I would say no. Say no to my phone, And say no to this painful reality, I have created.


Description

In this piece of poetry, a teenage boy is in the hospital thinking to himself about the accident he had caused. He knows that it is never acceptable to drive distracted. The consequences have no affect on him, only the pain of knowing he had killed someone.