I think about the moment you died. <br />They told us it was painless, that you could not have felt the impact. <br />But I know better, and I wish I did not. <br />I can imagine the fear you felt rising as you saw the oncoming headlights glaring brighter and brighter until all sight was a single blinding light. <br />I can you ears screaming with the loud screeching of rubber tires tearing through the pavement and the cracking of breaking glass. <br />I can feel the horrific pain you had to have felt as your head smashed into the windshield. <br />the sound of the last thud as both vehicles landed together. <br />The smell of burning oil and stale steam. <br />Waiting in the early morning light and far in the distance a siren wails. Waiting for help to come, praying they hurry as thoughts of your brief life become further and further away. <br />Feeling of movement and being bounced and carried then shoved into a small noisy brightly lit space, feeling the swaying, and the smell of strange medicinal odors. <br />Distant sounding voices slowly fading and then another voice calls out sweetly and relaxing telling to not be afraid. <br />Waiting in the dark being pulled between two calling pleading voices. <br />one to come, <br />and one to fight and stay. <br />Then quite, abyss of unknown depths where life crosses over to death. <br />Ragingheart1980<br /><br />Rhonda Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-accident/
