Crash - Poem by Joseph Cross
Blinding lights flash on and off,
Whispers from a voice so soft.
Music floating on the air,
A time of beauty and despair.
Twisted metal lies nearby,
Everyone begins to cry.
The rain falls fast, it starts to flood,
The victim's clothes are soaked in blood.
Sirens wail, loved ones scream,
Wishing it was all a dream,
But once they in a coffin sleep,
'Twill be a memory all will keep.
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