An Unknown Author

Unknown Author, Who ever you are, I cannot explain just how you’vetruly reached into thoughts and senses of imagery that I never even knew I could have with your poem I was never into poetry when I first read your work, but I stumbled across it as I was scrolling through the social media feed on my phone. I thought it was just going to be another piece of writing, like any other poem, stanzas chunked together with words relating to how I and others saw life. I was clearly wrong. When I finished the poem, I found myself going back, and reading it again. And I did this again the next day, and the day after that. What would life be like for the ones close to me, if I had been in a situation like that? What would my sister do? My parents? Who would be sad? Would there be people that cared about me and my well being, that I never knew? Would relationships be destroyed or made? All of

No one deserves to go through the feeling of losing or knowing someone in an accident, whether they were the provoker or the victim. I have only been through this feeling once, although it wasn’t as tragic like the scene you described. No one dies, there was only one minor injury, and that was it. But what does it feel like to wake up, to the sound of voices apologizing, saying words of forgiveness, questions, sympathy and rage. Words that they all hope and pray have meaning that’ll make the numbing shock go away, only sounding meaningless. But I know that too many others have felt this horror; someone they loved died, or someone they loved is the reason why another person, a stranger, has died. Out of all the little tragedies that happen in this world, I can’t let go of this one, because of a poem I read that opened my eyes to the real consequences of