Don't Be One
I, too, once looked like you.
Danced without fear
To entertain was my goal.
Distracted by a distant thought,
Describing my favorite movie to a friend,
Drove as if the road had no end.
I was not worried about what was in front.
Comfort was not compromised
For it was a road I had been before.
Lack of respect for the street was my biggest mistake.
Papa always said
You can’t drive a car looking through the rearview mirror
A statement applied to life
No seriousness involved.
He meant to not regret the past.
But he was right in a literal sense, too
Too focused on the car behind me,
I forgot to see the ones in front.
Text, email, call.
Said to be the culprit of it all.
Phone attached to hand without thought
That driving would need the attention
Technology isn’t the only dangerous tool;
Thoughts are just as harmful
To everyone- intelligent or fool.
I never touched my phone the entire ride
So how did I end up on the other side?
My thoughts were in a conversation
On the opposite spectrum of a police station.
It was night;
Dim, dim light
I looked to my right
Without the man in sight
Who was right in front of me.
Him, I didn’t see.
Still haunted by these images,
I hope you’d never have to see.
I didn’t hit him, but it was as close as could be.
For this poem, I didn’t have to make things up.
The emotion is raw
Distant from a statistic.
Though I could have been a number
That’s what people would have known.
But the emotion is what needs to be shown.
I hope you take my advice and focus on the road
Cars are more dangerous than a loaded gun
Able to kill a human or a toad
And it only takes one.
One loss of focus
Don’t be one.
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