Sad Prose From a Victim of Distracted Driving

This prose is written for a case I am working on. It involves a rear end collision. The victims were driving and stopped in traffic. They (thank God) were driving a Prius with all those batteries in the back. The car that rear ended them was a Mercedes. It hit with such impact that it partially collapsed the front passenger compartment.

It was driven by a real estate manager who was speeding and talking on his phone and so distracted that he only hit the brakes on impact.

We want to nail this bastard to a cross and make him the martyred poster boy for distracted driving. We are seeking punitive damages against him and his employer.

We will not stop until Distracted Driving is handled just like drunken driving. It should be criminalized.

Oh my darling I lay here weeping, when I should be sleeping

I watch you sleep a fitful one, induced by drugs the battle won

Do I weep for the wreck I see, or do I weep for only me

You are a school mom complete, with loving arms and smile so sweet

No longer can you compete, you can barely through pain do the fete

Now you cannot return my hugs, and painful is the slightest snugs

And if I hug you the pain is clear, what he did to you my loving dear

Making love is no longer pure, it is filled with painful fear and tear

We used to play together all the sports, now it is met with painful retorts

No longer are we free, to be the folks we used to be

Doctors say it will never leave, this painful injury that is up your sleeve

Surgery and rehab and so much missed time, for no reason and no rhyme

Who the hell is that man who took my wife, and ruined my life?

I want to look him in the eye, just to ask him simple why

My son and my bride were in that car, when you came to fast to far

Smashing and destroying their vehicle, and leaving behind a cripple

Was the cell phone call to a lover, I hope some day I discover

Just who was so important, to talk to at that instant

Apparently it was work for money, that caused the loss of my honey

How can your thoughtlessness take away all our bliss?

Epitome of human waste, how can I give you just a taste?

No hate and revenge is not mine, nothing will ever make it fine.

But I will hound all who will listen, send distracted drivers straight to prison

Please I beg you Lord tonight, stop this madness and make it right

Or give me strength here tonight, so that I can I can fight.

Leave that phone alone and concentrate on driving. It could be my four year old whose life you save.