Poem Of A Dead Girl Poem by Thomas DuBois

The tone cries out, an eerie plea
On my feet, I rush to the aid
A group of kids, three my age
One in the middle a face engraved
Off the road, round and round
In an instant, everythings changed
An angel flew, out that day
Buried under her transportation
Mud and grass fill her face
All that weight, on an angels face
I arrive not much to do, I wait for help
The weight to relieve her
Seconds tick by, hours upon my heart
The sirens cry, we’re all here for her
The truck creaks, moans and groans
The body’s free, but doesn’t move
Hands on her feet, hands of here body
Six of us, praying for the best

Minutes now since the start, I see the face
An eerie gaze upon her. She is gone, her face begs for help
Her lungs are full, fluid oozies out her nose,6 men, changed for ever
She’s my age, on vacation just like me, I am here
She’s a memory, her face still haunts me, to this day
A desperate plea, where your seatbelt
Things could have been different, a young girls life
Takened so miserably