A Tragedy
The sweat droped from his tatherd shirt
as he realized his fate was near.
He paused between sentences because
he couldn't belive it was finally here.
The day, time, and place was different
but it was all the same.
The feeling, thoughts, and moments
all filled with pain.
As he looked up he saw the light
which brought him feelings of shame.
One last glance to fill him with content
but as he looked it all came.
The visions and remembrance
was brought over him.
He rememberd that car crash
where all that was left was a tire rim.
Then he realized who was on the floor
laying next to him in the pasengers seat.
He fagged eyes opened to see
he was sitting in a hospital seat.
The doctor walked in and
it filled him with dread.
"Mr. Jones, Im sorry
your wife Lynn is dead."
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