The Accident - Poem by Rhonda Davis
I think about the moment you died.
They told us it was painless, that you could not have felt the impact.
But I know better, and I wish I did not.
I can imagine the fear you felt rising as you saw the oncoming headlights glaring brighter and brighter until all sight was a single blinding light.
I can you ears screaming with the loud screeching of rubber tires tearing through the pavement and the cracking of breaking glass.
I can feel the horrific pain you had to have felt as your head smashed into the windshield.
the sound of the last thud as both vehicles landed together.
The smell of burning oil and stale steam.
Waiting in the early morning light and far in the distance a siren wails. Waiting for help to come, praying they hurry as thoughts of your brief life become further and further away.
Feeling of movement and being bounced and carried then shoved into a small noisy brightly lit space, feeling the swaying, and the smell of strange medicinal odors.
Distant sounding voices slowly fading and then another voice calls out sweetly and relaxing telling to not be afraid.
Waiting in the dark being pulled between two calling pleading voices.
one to come,
and one to fight and stay.
Then quite, abyss of unknown depths where life crosses over to death.
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