murderer
these days i seem not see
at first glance, he was any man, a murderer yes but a man no less. he turned to run, saw it fruitless and turned anew. they were closing in the sun was starting to ascend. planted his feet, took a stand. was dead before the dawn.it would seem he escaped indeed. i had given up on sleep, days now have passed without slumbers peaceful retreat. near 4:00 am, from predawn peace penatrated two gunshots at least. thru sirens wail i deduced, the shots origin to be nearby. two blocks maybe, i readied the sword and set it nearby the wail went on. then stopped suddely as if a switch was thrown, silence now where four squad cars droned on and on as if ll tempered to command respect. almost they whine i thought. sharp, another report reached my desk. the final shot seemed to end the fray, one more siren quickly came, then all then all went quickly, softly away. i slept well after, feeling a miniscle reconnect to all the sirens that used to tuck my younger body into bed. almost home. the lines they drew around his frame, long after that night still remained. i see them now from this very chair, wonder what is like for him out there. a shodow life always afraid never a comfort to ease the pain. the days remit, the hair turns gray, and the struggle ends in such a way. i could not have seen a better scene, predictive of the man i could have been. running, haunted, beaten before beginning, hunted. the man i am. the man who haunts me.
at first glance, he was any man, a murderer yes but a man no less. he turned to run, saw it fruitless and turned anew. they were closing in the sun was starting to ascend. planted his feet, took a stand. was dead before the dawn.it would seem he escaped indeed. i had given up on sleep, days now have passed without slumbers peaceful retreat. near 4:00 am, from predawn peace penatrated two gunshots at least. thru sirens wail i deduced, the shots origin to be nearby. two blocks maybe, i readied the sword and set it nearby the wail went on. then stopped suddely as if a switch was thrown, silence now where four squad cars droned on and on as if ll tempered to command respect. almost they whine i thought. sharp, another report reached my desk. the final shot seemed to end the fray, one more siren quickly came, then all then all went quickly, softly away. i slept well after, feeling a miniscle reconnect to all the sirens that used to tuck my younger body into bed. almost home. the lines they drew around his frame, long after that night still remained. i see them now from this very chair, wonder what is like for him out there. a shodow life always afraid never a comfort to ease the pain. the days remit, the hair turns gray, and the struggle ends in such a way. i could not have seen a better scene, predictive of the man i could have been. running, haunted, beaten before beginning, hunted. the man i am. the man who haunts me.