Sometimes they die   11 comments

I’m already going to lose you,                                                                                                           I don’t even know your name .                                                                                                        In a world of flashing lights,                                                                                                           the sound of glass and steel breaking free,                                                                                     or those few minutes,                                                                                                                      you belonged only to me

It was I who cut your shirt away                                                                                                   To see your broken ribs                                                                                                            Watching you labour with each breath                                                                                        As you fought to live

It was I wholwiped the blood away                                                                                           When it pooled in your eyes                                                                                                            It was I who watched your heart beat                                                                                         As the jaws freed you from your car

And when we finally freed you                                                                                                            I was still there as we ran to the back of the ambulance

It was I who held your hand                                                                                                        The sounds of the sirens rang loudly in my ears                                                                            I looked for some small sign

Your lack of response renewed my fears

I breathed for you when you could not                                                                                            I compressed your chest when your heart wouldn’t beat

I prayed for you with each failure                                                                                                    I did not want to see defeat                                                                                                              I finally had to walk away                                                                                                      Knowing the battle had been lost

I saw your father in the hallway                                                                                                 One look and I saw the awful cost                                                                                                    I gathered my equipment together                                                                                            And I finally learned your name

Only 21, I said, beneath my breath

My friends, I feel so drained                                                                                                       Your blood alcohol came back zero                                                                                           The driver of the other car did not

He was alive and breathing                                                                                                            No witness to the battle we fought                                                                                                  I don’t know how to say good bye cause we never really said hello

But a piece of you is with me everywhere I go

Posted July 14, 2010 by carldem in medical, Poem

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11 responses to Sometimes they die

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  1. Tears :(

  2. Powerful and painful to read…but very poignant.

  3. Wow….
    I take my hat off to you!
    What strength you have!

  4. This should be posted in every pub and liquor store!!!! but will it hit home to some????

  5. Even as I started reading this I knew and could feel the power in the poem…it has such a powerful message in it….and I would agree…everyone in a pub or bar should read this before they head home….An excellent poem!!!!!

  6. You had me in tears, as all truly good art should. It’s breathtaking… thank you!

  7. Oh Carl, this is so powerful. Great stuff. (Saw the link @ Jenty’s Facebook)

  8. You give me goosebumps … So powerful, poignant and sad

  9. Wow! powerful, moving and somber…

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