The sound of sirens split the silence

It took two hours to cut the metal

A broken body, bloodied & defiled

I held her frail hand & gently smiled


She had blood splattered on her top

Her eyes filled with swelling tears

Heart beat began to slow with time

Her face shone in the rising sun shine


Slip away now

Gently let go

Just slip away

Say goodbye to this final day


Drift away now

Simply let go

Just drift away

Goodbye to this final day


The sound of sirens broke the silence

Metal still protruded through the skin

The blood loss was becoming worse

This day had turned into a vile curse


I watched the despair cover her face

Tears flowed down across her cheeks

The Policeman said ‘something was wrong.’

Then he said, ‘Ma'am step away, he's gone.’


© 2019 Unsub


  • orchidee

    A fine write Unsub.

    • Unsub


      It’s a little different for me. Based on a true experience when I came across an accident a few years ago. I wasn’t involved in the incident but I was there when the man passed away just as the emergency services arrived. The woman had hit the mans car. She was trying to help him but he was never going to make it. Nasty business but it seems both cars hit each other in the ice & that was that.


    • Laura


      I felt the need to read this posting twice because of the chorus. The resounding of those words is as crystal clear as that Saturday night!
      The chorus is practically verbatim (if spoken in the first person) of the final words my Mother spoke the night that she decided to let go of her earthly existence! The only exception...she spoke the words in Italian!

      After my first read, I thought the “defiled & bloodied, broken body” was the woman’s body! Upon the second read, not only did the chorus mirror my Mother’s last words, but I also realized that it was the female who was watching despairingly at the dying man and not vice versa!

      Very clever of you to use the element of surprise! A great writer you are!!

      As always...

      • Unsub


        I do try to throw in a chorus from a slightly different view-point or emotion to the main verses.

        If this piece helps you with your loss then I'm pleased I shared it. If I knew Italian I'd have re-written it with an Italian chorus just for you.

        I did indeed attempt to make it sound like it was the woman that was dying rather than the man; that's just me playing around.

        Thanks for dropping in to read & comment.



      • kevin browne

        Such a well crafted and a talented write in concern for death. Very moving I felt wasn'r quite enough. No one can forget witnessong someone pass away. You've created a beautiful piece. Nicely done..

        • Unsub


          it was a distressing situation that does play on my mind occasionally; I guess my therapy was to write about it to help get over it.

          Can't say it helped but glad you read & enjoyed it.



        • Goldfinch60

          What a brilliant write Unsub, I have read it several times and the more times I read it the more emotional I become.
          It must go into my favourites.

          Andy (tearfully).

          • Unsub


            it was an emotional write & took many drafts before I was happy with the outcome.

            Appreciate the favourites!



          • sylviasearcher

            I have a bit of a romance with death at the moment, so I read this completely differently to its intention.

            I enjoyed it though.

            I began to wonder if it would be a therapeutic endeavour to write a book full of end of life scenes.

            To see what I found there?

            I’m weird.


            • Unsub


              you are not weird; I have more of an interst in death than do I with life. I'm living life & understand as much as I can about it but with death; it's such a mystery to so many that it has become an interst; almost a weird hobby for me.

              I absolutley love the idea of a book full of end of life scenes - that would be; for a pleasant change, a great fusion breaking away from the usual nonesense of "what is your favourite colour of socks to wear at church on a sunday morning in the Winter" LOL!

              Weird? I prefer you weird & honest than allegedly 'normal!'

              Thanks as always for a great comment.


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