Crumpled Car
“We’re so sorry, Sir,” she says with regret,
I don’t want to hear it, like some dreaded secret.
How would you feel with your brother gone?
I’ll bet you for sure, not exactly très bon.
With wires and tubes and needles galore,
While family members for mercy implore.
All I remember is the bang and the crash,
The pain as I watch the perpetrator dash.
I watch the scene in my head, again and again,
How are we to know of the evils of men?
The crumpled car is dragged off to a tip,
And all I see is blood on my brother’s lips.
He looks so perfect, yet inside he is dead,
They pull his bed to the morgue and lay his head.
With stone cold skin and eyes glazed over,
I should have searched harder for the four-leafed clover.
I watched him leave, off to get some shopping,
Who’d have known that his heart would be stopping?
The nurses say I'm in shock and I agree,
I’m not really likely to be perfectly happy.
I’m rushed to a room as the Asthma has hold,
I’m coughing and wheezing like I’m 90 years old.
I sit down on the bed and it all sinks in,
Outside in the waiting room is a deafening din.
A tear rolls down colour-drained cheeks,
I want to scream out but I’m too tired to speak.
The sobs shake my body and I can’t take control,
I can feel the gaping space in my soul.
My mother grips my hand, whispering comfort to me,
It doesn’t take work and she then leaves me be.
I realise the truth that my brother is deceased,
It was because of a drink-driver that he perished.
I don’t want to hear it, like some dreaded secret.
How would you feel with your brother gone?
I’ll bet you for sure, not exactly très bon.
With wires and tubes and needles galore,
While family members for mercy implore.
All I remember is the bang and the crash,
The pain as I watch the perpetrator dash.
I watch the scene in my head, again and again,
How are we to know of the evils of men?
The crumpled car is dragged off to a tip,
And all I see is blood on my brother’s lips.
He looks so perfect, yet inside he is dead,
They pull his bed to the morgue and lay his head.
With stone cold skin and eyes glazed over,
I should have searched harder for the four-leafed clover.
I watched him leave, off to get some shopping,
Who’d have known that his heart would be stopping?
The nurses say I'm in shock and I agree,
I’m not really likely to be perfectly happy.
I’m rushed to a room as the Asthma has hold,
I’m coughing and wheezing like I’m 90 years old.
I sit down on the bed and it all sinks in,
Outside in the waiting room is a deafening din.
A tear rolls down colour-drained cheeks,
I want to scream out but I’m too tired to speak.
The sobs shake my body and I can’t take control,
I can feel the gaping space in my soul.
My mother grips my hand, whispering comfort to me,
It doesn’t take work and she then leaves me be.
I realise the truth that my brother is deceased,
It was because of a drink-driver that he perished.