Monday, January 14, 2008


Tires squeal
Brakes fail
The wheel turns

Cars collide
Metal bends
Oil spills
Fires burn

Screams let out
Echo in the streets
Cries for help

"Someone save him,"
They cry out
"Save his life"

Send us a hero
Send us a hero

Just walking
Passing by
Minding his own business

He hears their cries
And answers them
Runs toward the blaze

Pulls out a body
One down, one to go
Either car could explode

The sirens are coming
The sirens are coming
Just down the street

He pulls the other driver out
He can see the lights now
Just a few feet away

But fire rises
Flames fall
He drops to the floor

Shame he didn't see
The two lives he saved
Shame they were never told
Shame they'll never know
He was just passing by...


noelia ~ said...

what i like about your poems is that they're like these short stories, i can imagine the whole thing so perfectly and they're not even sentences lol another awesome poem

Pete said...

This was RAW and honest.
Simple in some ways but really drew me in.

I like what I'm reading,




word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming