An entire family is dead and I'm the one to blame.
I drove while I was drunk and I'm filled with shame.
I drank too much while I was in that bar.
It was a big mistake when I drove my car.
While I was driving, I hit a station wagon head on.
Because of me, those innocent people are gone.
I killed those parents and their three kids.
The pain is consuming me because of what I did.
Those kids won't have a life because I cut them down.
I am the one who deserves to be buried in the ground.
When the cops arrived, I was placed under arrest.
As I sit in this cell, I am miserable and depressed.
I wish that this was a nightmare but sadly it's real.
I learned the hard way that drinking and driving kills.
(I dedicate this fictional poem to all of the innocent people who have been killed by drunk drivers.)