Little Girl Poem by Sarah Nugent

She gets up and wipes away her tears
theres no solution
there no hope
she seems to want to be loved
but no one seems to take notice of her
she grows weaker by the second
no one on the street seems to see
that shes bleeding
she looks down to the floor
no shadow?
only a motionless body of what seems to be
actually her
she's crying out for help but
no one can hear her
in front of her is a car
the car bonnet is dinted
and out of the blue the driver runs
to her motionless body
crying out to what he has just done
she recongises her mother coming out
of a shop her face is horrified
she also runs to the body
'no my little girl no' her mother sobs out
the little girl realises shes a ghost
and that shes dead.

Point of this poem is so drivers can see how much is at stake if you go past the speed limit. dont make my poem come true...slow down.... dont speed up