Impact

Hands sweating on the wheel
Driving down the boulevard.
I hear the laughter
From the backseat erupting,
The snoring man in front
Was just so funny.
Joking with my friends
I didn’t see what was ahead.
The impact of the crash
Left my head feeling funny.
Looking around
I saw it
All the blood.

He appeared dead
As they lifted him from the car.
Tears fall from my eyes,
What if I’m the reason he dies?
As I collapse
To the ground
The most beautiful voice
Whispers
“Please, don’t cry.”
I hear the sirens
As they take him away
“Please, just let him be okay.”

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I told you I'd be inspired to write about it. I'm pretty sure it didn't happen like this, but you never actually told me. I hope you like it.