Chain of  Events             8/7/97

 He was on patrol 
 Patrolling the grounds
When he felt the urge to go
So, he started Climbing the stairs
Suddenly, his side felt light
It was his gun
It was nowhere in sight
He had to find it 
before someone

She ran out 
to nurse her bruises
she knew 
one lives the life
one chooses
She chose to be free
of  this  daily pain
and agony

He thought, 
perhaps no one would know 
He thought to buy a new one
and not let it show
He guessed 
it had fallen in the grass
deep in the ditch
So, he left it to rest
and walked on past. 

Call it fate, or just destiny
It was late, to dark to see
she tripped over something
Thought it a snake, but couldn’t run
Reaching down, to the ground
A discovery, and a way out begun
She would be free
with just one bullet
she would commit 
an act of pain and agony

He went to the shop
they gave him a new one immediately
after all he was a cop
no waiting time you see
he went on with a shiny new one 
in his holster
forgetting about the old gun
with one bullet in it

She walked right to the door
feeling fear and more
He yelled get in her bitch
she began to shake and twitch
He opened the door
with a snarl on his face
she looked for humanity 
and could find nary a trace
she cocked the hammer
and put one right between the eyes
she was finally free
but all she could do was cry

He read about it in morning paper
cop’s gun found in killers hands
She waited while they came to take her
looking around she thought 
no one understands
It was self - defense
The pain he put me through
was immense
It was not murder,
but a way out of the pain and agony,
Had I not killed him
he surely would have killed me


© Rodney C. Walmer 8/7/97 
 

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