Letter To Drunk Drivers
He screams in the dead of night,
I wake up with nothing but fright,
I wish I could help, but I know I can’t,
The thought of him getting better is very scant,
He cries in the day from the pain he is in,
The thoughts from the accident, in my head spin,
I know it’s not my fault but it’s just so hard,
The memories from that day leave me scarred,
I wish things would go back to before,
And the feelings inside me are at war,
I wish I could take all the pain from him,
But the chances of him getting better, are so slim,
it kills me inside every day,
it surrounds me with, a cloud of grey,
I know I can’t help he is now disabled,
everywhere we go, it’s like he is labelled,
To all the drunk drivers, stop it please
you will leave someone praying heartbroken, on their knees
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