Regret Poem by Jeff Rushton

It was a normal Sunday drive, relaxing and peaceful to the mind.
We came around the bend and the light began to descend.
The cars were damaged, the people were stressed, the incoming
Shadow began to impress.
The mother was screaming and yelling for help, the cars drove on
On the bridge of regret.
The mother’s eyes were scared and frightened and begging for help.
The baby, blue baby, the eyes that I ignored.
The spirit said one thing, the tires drove forth.
I said stop, but pursued it no more.
I had the power to bring life and to heal a mothers sore.
I remember the eyes, the eyes I ignored.
The eyes of life that would die to bring back the one they adored.
I remember the eyes of death, the eyes
I ignored, the eyes that shade one life and killed two souls.