Undelivered

Matthew W

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Buckled I’m ready to go I’m on my way to see a show (hello?) [Sent] Click Music plugged in Parents warned me of this sin (where r u) [Sent] Ding Reach down to where my phone lays Who needs their blinker anyways? (im on my way) [Sent] Wait This isn’t right My body starts to take flight (haha im ok) [Undelivered] Pain My broken body lays on the concrete Lights Sirens blare out through the night Unmoving Wishing I could go back in Time But now there is no turning Back Flatline My final thought, (This was no accident) [Sent]


Description

A poetic description of how fatal texting and driving can be to teens.