The Fountain

Here is a poem I wrote. First time writing a peom as well.

The Fountain

i stared and stared and watched it pour
then i ran unknowningly to my front door
man, all I wanted to do today was have some fun
the only words out of my mouth were call 911

my grandma kept screaming "why Jamie, why?"
but standing stunned all I could do was cry
i finally snapped out of it and told her what to say
the operator said she knew, "someone is on the way"

i saw something a kid shouldnt see
the rest of that day is still just a dream
everyone around was in so much pain
for a few days after i was haunted by the stain

the car had ended her life
and a part of mine as well
i wasn't a little boy anymore
I felt like a shell

everyone was still crying but I had stopped
the guy that killed her ran
but soon got caught by the cops

even to this day
I still see it in my head
her just lying there
and the fountain of red