Literature
Wasted Innocense
Wasted Innocense
Driving along the road, the day coming to an end.
The end is not one of intended for what is to come.
Not a care in the world goes through the foggy minds.
Passengers laughing, talking and sharing think all is well.
Sitting in the back seat, three small children sit, tired from the day.
Drifting off to sleep, they know not the terror that is to come.
Dreams of happiness, joy and love play in their dreams.
Their faces so beautiful and happy while they sleep.
The car rolling down the road, it drifts into another lane.
Horns blowing, tires screeching, and screams fill the air.
The fogginess of the heads from their day