Accident

I need to get away

A siren is going off in my head

As I stumble out the crumbled car

The only remains of an eventful night

That started earlier in the bar

My entire body aches

My head hurts and my eyes blur

My body is tainted with sticky red

That dries and leaves crusty stains

As I leave the bloody wreck

Beaten up just like me

And close by is my mate

Shocked by the event

Pleading ‘please help, please help’

As we make our fearful escape

It’s dark all around the hood

And no one in is in sight or awake

To witness this terrible deed

This thing I did

That I probably never will shake

‘Bro, you f**ed up, bro’

Is all I can hear, and it’s true

The body in the back of the car

Was still and motionless

When I told him its time to go

A night that started with mischief and candor

Boasting egos of boundless freedom

And now Ethan’s dead

I did not just speed a stolen car

I robbed my friend of his life, and killed him

--this poem was inspired by the following event:

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=11321093