As I sit here atop this hill
observe the water, quiet, still.
As a child I swam here (a long time ago)
On this hill
I went sledding and played in the snow.
I had hopes and dreams now totally diminished
and my life finished
This chair holds my body I wish I had died;
things would have been better
As I think back tears fill my eyes.
My hate for that man I won't compromise.
He had partied too much for the Christmas season,
For his careless actions there is no reason.
Driving was the last thing he should do.
He ruined my Christmas and my life, too.
He came head on and didn't slow down.
Now that bastard is nowhere to be found.
He broke my body and all of my dreams,
He then disappeared away from the scene,
he drank, then got into his car to drive,
I was almost killed yet he survived
How can people let things like this happen?
When will people start to realize?
That they can hurt others when they get drunk,
Then get in their cars and drive.
By Christine Thompson