Young Writers Society

NicklePickle helped me edit this poem.
So many emotions now come rushing back to me
As I think about that day,
The day that started it all

I said that I was okay,
I said that I wasn’t really that drunk
Laughing at my friends concern,
I shook my head as I stumbled along,
Assuring them that I could drive.

I said to myself,
My guardian angel will protect me
My guardian angel is that one that will drive.
I won’t be driving, she will.
But I was wrong. I was so wrong.

That was the day when the devil was sitting there,
Sitting in the passenger seat,
Right where my guardian angel should've been.
The guardian angel that had never fail me before.

But this time, this time was different.
I didn’t see that tiny car, that yellow line
It was an accident, it really was.
An accident that changed my life forever.

Did my guardian angel decide
That I needed a sharp wake up call?
Was she sick of my drunk antics?
One way or another, my angel change my life that night.

I cried that night, tears running down my face (
I cry every night for that one decision,
That one decision that changed everything.

Do you know that I don’t drive anymore?
It’s just too heart wrenching.
I can remember everything.
I remember spinning out of control, the feeling of no control.

I can still hear the cars crashing against each other, metal screeching
I can still hear that little girl, screaming one last time
And most of all, I taste that beer,
The one sip of beer that forever changed my life.

I wasn't sure about this one. To me, the voice seemed...sort of fake. I liked the stuff about the angels, though. Overall to me it was just...*sighs* oh dear, now I'm losing my ability to express myself. It wasn't real to me. I'm sorry.

I liked the last two lines.. but I didn't really like the whole angel thing, even though it was the point of the poem. The angel part made me think, "Okay, I get the point. Let's move on."