tisdag 1 juli 2008

en dikt om förlåtelse och död.


In the car i sit alone
O my way home

It’s dark outside
The road look so calm and wide


Suddenly i see a bright light
A car runs right to me, it seems it have me and my car in sight

I grip the wheel and try not to scream
This must be a bad dream

Please wake up
Why don’t they stop?

Just a second and it crasches into me
My car spin around and suddenly i can not longer see

Everything is dark and i feel a lot of pain
I hear something, it sounds like rain

Is it my car that do that noise?
Please help me, let me hear a woice

I try to move, but i’m stuck
I hear some breaks scream, it sounds like a truck

Heavy steps comes running
I smell somke, is it my car that’s burning?

I panic and hear someone speak
I try to answer but my woice is to weak

Sirens are coming, a lot of people around
But i still can’t move, not even make a sound

i can’t feel anything anymore
i see pictures in front of my eyes, of my life, people i love and adore

i try to fight
but the white light is so bright

now i’m over my body, see my self in the car
my dead body is still stuck, they try to pull me out, too late, my spirit is allready to far

i feel totally free
i hear people talk, it was a drunk driver you see

i was a wictim of a drunk person who had to drive
it means, i was in his way and i didn’t survive

now they carry my wounded body on a board
my arms is hanging and some people pray for me and speak to the lord

i see my self there, whitout a spark of life
i did never get the chance to give birth or be a wife

my life ended that evening
this life on earth i now leaving


the drunk driver just stands there, don’t seems to know what he have done
he looks at my dead body, and touches my hand, there’s just skin and bone

a tear is falling down his cheek and he now knows what he have done
his face are pale and he pick up my bracelet that lying on the ground

hold it in his hand a while and seems to see
what he’s drunk evening have bring, he put his hand on my chest , and say “please forgive me”

my spirit stands next to him, don’t know if he feels me or what he will do
i put my hand on his shoulder and whisper “ i forgive you”

“ But think again before you drink and drive
so you don’t have to watch someone again, struggle to survive”

1 kommentar:

Jeanette sa...

alltid lika bra marie! Diktsamling nästa sa ja!!