Lost Life - Part I Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking seconds before in apprehensive knowing of death
approaching.

Rapid wind, making sounds by a speeding car up above us on
the road at Roosevelt Lake.

Husband and I awoke at the same moment, listening to the
speeding car as we held our breath.

Somehow knowing, seconds before the crashing noises hit our
ears, that death was near.

Then a male voice in agony, yelling, 'someone help me! Please
someone help me! Oh my God, my God, help me! '

In the quiet darkness of early morning, those words chilled
us to the bone.

We donned shoes and took off up the mountain, hearing the
screams yet, up above us.

A boat was lying on the side of the mountain down by us, no
one was in it.

Starting up the mountain to reach the person, jumping a barb
wire fence and listening for the repeated agonizing screams
to lead us to him.

Slipping and sliding, trying to gain ground, falling back
when someone yelled, 'we're paramedics - camping below' and
then ran on ahead to do what they could.

We could hear them talking, reassuring the voice we heard
that help was on the way.

Then suddenly nothing but silence was heard, the male voice
would never speak again, he died right where he lay, his
head in a pool of blood.