Dark night, star bight,
In the night time.
Is what I see as I fly by,
Not by a plane of any sort.
But by a car as if racing to port.
Should of looked up,
Should of known.
Crosswalk bright, by a street light.
Not main stream, But a back street
Is where I hit concrete.
Should of stopped,
Should of slowed down.
Instead tried to use me like the ground!
Drivers head is down, not looking around.
I see blue hood and headlights
Just before I take flight.
I flip the opposite way,
To see my neighbors gate.
A good 20 ft. I flew, they say.
Cop car and an ambulance
Come to see what the damage is.
Rolled over onto a, stretcher
Stiff not moving, like a dead hare.
They try to get a story out of me but they couldn't from all my crying,
Like a dame that was bombed open about.
No broken bones, it was a miracle, they drone.
Ruined jacket,
Ruined coat,
Ruined bag pack, Away they go, never to be seen.
Doctors, Nurses are busy bees,
Helping another kid in worse condition than me.
Reality did not hit me,
That a car had hit me.
I was still in shock.
That a car had hit as if I was a rock.
Because of that stupid car,
I live with a mental scar,
Scared of being outside of a moving car.
If you do or plan on getting behind a wheel of a car,
Be extra careful in the dark,
Someone may be walking across the street,
Make sure You and Them never meet.
