Why do it?

Speeding through the country lane,
Windscreen wipers pushing through the rain,
Swigging drunkenly from can in hand ,
No thought for others as accelerator is slammed .

Weaving with danger at speed that could kill,
One hand slumped casually over the wheel ,
No seatbelt worn , it’s a safety device
Does she not care, it could save her life?

Approaching a turning she gets such a fright,
A figure from nowhere, comes into her sight,
Too late to brake her speed’s way to fast,
Next thing his face is pressed into the glass.

Frozen in terror, she hears herself scream,
Panic sets in she struggles to breathe,
Windscreen broken, her heart starts to race,
She can’t help but stare at the blood on his face .

Grabbing her mobile she calls for the police,
Directions are given, though so hard to speak,
Sitting there quietly with head in her hands,
Legs feeling heavy as if glued to the ground.

With help appearing she stumbles from the car,
But what her eyes see brings so much more,
Windscreen unbroken and no face appears,
The man in question has disappeared.

“You reported an accident “the police do say,
She tries to explain, but no evidence remains,
Police arrest her, she has failed the test,
Far to much alcohol was on her breath.

In the far distance a figure appears,
Watching intently and shedding tears,
No one can see him it’s been twenty years,
His just a shadow that disappears.

For he was a driver that enjoyed a drink
Despite the warnings he took the risk,
He drove this same country lane,
But one night his life was never the same.

They say he went instantly, with his wife and child,
Too much alcohol brought an end to their world,
Now he haunts the place that they died,
Stopping others in the hope they survive.