My Body and Soul Become One - Poem

My Body and Soul Become One

The car skidded out of control
It suddenly had a life all of its own
The steering wheel was not obeying my orders
I could not get the car back under my control no matter how hard I tried
Behind me my two children were screaming
Panic was written all over their tiny faces
My wife sat beside me praying silently to god
Praying for a miracle
A helping hand from above
My knuckles were white
My face suddenly very pale
Had I been going too fast?
Was I to blame?
It was too late to pass judgement
Too late to alter the hand of fate
All four of us were in serious danger of dying
I tried the brakes
I tried and failed to take charge of the car once again
My pulse was racing
Life flashing before me like a video on fast-forward
It was a patch of black ice that had caused the trouble
Unseen it had taken over the car
The crash could be heard for miles around
We hit another car
It came round the corner and never stood a chance
We were unable to avoid one another no matter how hard we tried
Suddenly everything went white
From above I look down on the accident site
Ambulance crews and firemen working hard
The police are also at the scene, sirens blazing
I can see myself sat at the wheel; it is an eerie sensation watching yourself die
The last few seconds of life draining right out of me
They are trying to get me out of the car but I am trapped
I have lost a lot of blood
My pulse is very weak
I can hear them talking in hushed voices, they expect me to die
I can see my wife
I try and call out but she can’t hear me, she is already dead
She has already slipped away
My children are no where to be seen
The occupants of the other car are being rushed to hospital
Thank god I didn’t kill them
Everything is getting too much for me
I want to cry but no tears fall
Eventually I stop breathing
I see lots of shaking of heads as my body and soul become one
Too badly injured I have lost the fight to live
Motorists who pass this tragic sight now are greeted by one single red flower lying in the middle of the road
Like our blood it stains the road
A reminder of how cruel and unforgiving life can be


This piece is about drink driving and is another of my soap box pieces.