I wrote this poem when I was 16. One of my friends, Joey, died in a car accident only 3 weeks before he was to graduate from high school. The sad thing is, if the car that ran him off the road had stopped to help the police officer get Joey out of the car, he probably would have made it. But the police officer was not able to get him out of the car before it was completely engulfed in flames. And no, they never caught them.
Submitted:Nov 21, 2009 Reads: 76 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
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