Guilt Trip - Poem by Ima Ryma
I was tired; it was getting late.
The neighborhood was still at night.
My mind was in a dreamlike state.
I didn't notice the red light.
Someone froze there in front of me,
Then disappeared with the impact.
It all happened so suddenly.
I just drove on; panic attacked.
God knows I should have stopped and checked.
Now I was responsible for
One mad moment, and all was wrecked.
The police came to my front door.
They came to tell me that my son
Was dead - victim of hit and run.
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