The wheel jerks out of control,
The car slamming against trees.
Hands held up to protect themselves,
Broken glass shattering everywhere.
The alcohol leaking out of our eyes,
Tequila, beer, vodka, Bacardi.
The burning sensation in our throats,
Now matched with aching bodies.
The tree splintered on the side.
One person missing.
One person not breathing.
Two people in critical condition.
The woods surrounding them for miles,
A hand bloodied, a cell phone in hand,
Broken syllables coming out mixed with slurs.
Lights flash over head, winds striking up.
A friend being air-lifted.
Breathing slowing.
The shadows becoming darker.
Night overcoming the souls.
One made it out alive with scars,
A few broken bones.
One learned the mistake.
One disappears to zero,
As one joins the three.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem