I appreciate all the feedback on the original version of this poem, it was useful & I've learnt from it so thanks. I made some minor changes but decided ultimately not to do any heavy editing because it's so old; it's one of my earliest pieces so out of sentimentality I'm gonna keep it as you see it now. Still happy to learn from any thoughts you may have though.
Accident
Still the warm coagulation of his blood
binds the knot of my clenched fist.
My helpless, hopeless, hands.
Still the shivers scald my spine,
the rain I did not feel.
I hear his shallow grunting choke,
the silence of that long, breathless, pause.
I asked, 'Is he dead?'
and my father's eyes held mine,
'Aye'.
And still the spectral shadows of my words
haunt the tears I never cried.
The life I could not save.



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