Due to work by
time is ticking,
stopping at the local coffee shop for a
Black no sugar,
ready for a good day.
Get on the highway at
10 and 2.
Nervous however as you remember what happened last
The cars were crashing that day as the bridge
Now as you cross over to the city it is
Still reminiscing about the event, your eyes
begin to wander.
As you sip the coffee the road goes out of sight.
Across the traffic jam the car goes out of sight.
Coffee spilling, glass shattering.
Scared for your life as the guardrails cave in,
tumbling down the hill, never stopping.
Finally the car comes to a stop,
8:01, late for work.
Police cars wailing, you're lying on the trunk, thrown
out of the car.
Ambulance comes to.
Rushed to the hospital,
In the emergency room trys are desperately failing
to revive you.
Flatline goes on.
Doctors give up.
Hope is lost.
Coffee stains the once dewy grass until one man
remembering the fatal accident of last summer
rushes into the hospital room.
Pounding on your chest.
Doctors try to stop.
You hear a slight beep.
You look at the scanner.
Small mountain-like life signals go up.
Doctors rush in.
No more flatline.
Lives are saved.
The cops stop all the traffic.
All is well.
Until the afternoon.
You hear that another man was rushed to the hospital
and has fatally died.
Not as lucky as you were that day.
R.I.P Nick Adenhart.