This a poem on one of my memory's which is dark |
Dark Memory Being a child can be a wonderful time But things can happen during this time that are not pleasant Every child can have a dreadful memory that is horrifying to them I have one such memory To the reader, this may not seem so bad But to the victim it is At my grandfather's there were two children My cousin and I Driving on your own, on anything, can be a thrill for a child On a 'Four Wheeler' we traveled to where transfer trailers were In circles we went constantly Driving and driving until one would be sick When, suddenly, I was hit On the corner of a transfer trailer A bloody mark was left Thus back to my grandfather's house it was Rushing back we ran inside Where facecloths soaked up blood A child was scolded And my father was called Soon a drive to the hospital was required Where I learned that waiting for a doctor can be tiresome I waited as time seemed to slow to a stop and I inched closer to Death's door Until, of course, I was called in In I went where news was not good The doctor said there was nothing he could do was it already to late for me? Upon causing more bleeding he told us what to do And with the doctors final words we left Returning home I mysteriously felt better all drowsiness had left Things quickly returned to normal As day's passed and time went on We all got over the ordeal except for me until the 'Four Wheeler' returned But I still wonder was there anything the doctor could do? |