beast

A man severally injured may loose a limb.
But the spirit endures, that will not stop him.
If a leg gets shattered they will use a cane tomorrow.
That will not cause a flow of tears that burn.
Only one thing brings a mighty fathers heart to sorrow.
One thing above all that makes blood run cold.
The absent child they will not again hold.
Longing for the ones who will not return.

He sits mentally distressed in his small car,
At night anxiously waiting outside a bar.
With a gun whose caliber is forty-five.
Ready to kill the next drunk who tries to drive.
Things for him were not always so bleak this way.
He was calm it seem just only yesterday.
He takes a deep breath and tries not to cry.
Recalling the light leave his daughter’s last eye.
On her way home when hit by a drunk driver.
Lasted an hour, but there would be no survivor.
Still hears her respirator and EKG.
Through the veil of time his mind could quickly see.
He saw all way from the Delivery Room,
Up until he gave her away to her groom.
A drunk stumbles out, reaching for car handle.
The man explodes into a Roman Candle.
Blackening his eyes, and breaking hard his nose.
Face bloodied bad, lips split apart, down he goes.
The gun is ready; pointed at his beat face.
He realizes his pain this will not erase.
Giving him a hard butt stroke, his jaw does break.
At least tonight no one’s life will that drunk take.

Peach_follows

Wow... this struck a real personal chord with me. I nearly killed myself and child while driving under the influence of alcohol.

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SelfTorment

Crap that hits close to home for me.
I have to say I drink but i don't drive because i have a friend who die like that and just like that father in the poem you find out that taking revange is pointless in the end nothing can take the pain away.
Really good poem beast.

Zev

I likey. Its written great, its like you can really feel the pain and sadness. I was kinda sad after reading it, I was like awww. Plus I think it sends a great message not to drink and drive.