My weeping mother sent me a letter.
She begged God for me to get better.
Her tears smudged the ink
As her fears turned into reality in a blink.
People warned me not to go,
But I thought we'd be fine as long as we went slow.
Every morning I wake up regretting
The pain I caused on those who try forgetting.
I'd never imagine I'd be in this cell.
I wish I had gone straight to hell.
She didn't deserve to die.
Now her mother and father always cry.
In the dark they try and find their way,
But their light has been taken away.
Poem About Drunk Driving
New Year's Eve
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2015 with permission of the Author.
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