View From the Driver's Seat

I cry tears of blood and sorrow,
Until all I feel is dark and empty.
My eyes are red, yet dulling quick
From all the horrors I was forced to see.

I scream words so lonely and cold,
They turn to ice and then melt in the air.
My mouth quivers from all the shouts;
But people act like I'm not even there.

I touch the fragile, lovely hand
Of the one who said "I'll never let go."
My heart reaches out for her now;
But she slipped off a few minutes ago.

I hear someone asking me questions,
Yet I know I will never answer them.
My ears will soon block all this out,
So I will not have to hear it again.

I taste drying blood on my lips,
And I realize it tastes just like sweet death.
My lungs are slowly losing air,
And I struggle to catch my final breath.

My hands shake, as I question why
I was going so carelessly and fast.
Yet no matter how much I wish,
I can not go back and re-do the past.

I give one final prayer to God
As I lay, dying, on the driver's seat.
My heart stops beating, as I stare
At all the horrid carnage in the street.

I had wanted to escape life;
But in the end, did I really get far?
What I first thought was some freedom
Was just the lights of an oncoming car...


~J.V.Harker~
~2006~