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The Incident On the Road
I still remember the peaceful silent night,
When me and her were driving along, no one in sight.
We were returning from a trip over spring break,
And we had to get home; for our parents' sake
The road was slippery, the weather was dreary,
It was getting late, and both of us felt weary.
She insisted on finding a place to stay the night,
But I told her not to worry; we'd be home by dawn's light.
She kept insisting on this as the road went on for hours and hours.
I told her to shut up; this whole trip had only made me sour
The vacation was supposed to make things right, to let us start anew.
Instead it only turned my love into a vexatious shrew.
We went on and on with this little episode
That I didn't even see the man step onto the road.
I only caught a glimpse of this mysterious man,
So with that said, I'll describe him the best I can
He wore a black duster which fluttered in the wind.
His rugged face grimy and worn out clothes which were beyond mend.
He stood there in front of us, waving his arms for help,
Yet he was ever so silent, not even a yelp.
By the time I took this in it was already too late.
This mysterious man was mere feet from his fate.
So I did what I thought was right; I regret it to this day,
I swerved into the ditch, steering the car out of the way.
The car was sent flying, causing it to tumble and crash in the ditch.
My love was screaming in shrill, high-octave pitch
The last thing I remember before everything went black,
Was seeing her head hit the windshield with a loud smack.
I woke up in a bright white hospital room.
The only thing I felt was fear, dread, and gloom.
Just then a doctor in white came in to deliver some news:
She was dead of a massive head wound.
My worst fears were confirmed. I began to weep,
The doctor did nothing to console me; he let my tears seep.
I screamed curses at the man who stood in the street,
The doctor merely frowned and looked down at his feet.
The doctor informed me that the police thought I was crazy,
Or at least half-asleep so my vision may have been hazy,
The police conducted an investigation and sent search teams out.
There wasn't a man in a black duster about.
But I know who I saw on the road that night,
I'll never forget that man in front of my headlights.
And everyday I have to remember, even up till my dying breath,
That I made the wrong decision that led to her death.
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