a light so bright
early morning hours
a killer on the loose
machines beeping
sterile sheets on this cot
I must find the one with blood on his hands
are the dogs okay at home
I feel like I am running
I can feel my heart beating in my chest
the light is bright above me, it is hurting my eyes
the beeping of the machines is bothering me
the killer is still on the loose
I must find him and bring him to justice
I hope the dogs are okay
ouch and what is that prick, is that a needle
I must find the killer
the bright light is blaring
I can feel the curls of Rick's puppy in my finger tips
cardiac enzymes the voice said
people are hurrying about
I know from my training what that means
I can't be having a heart attack now
nurses barely are moving
doctors are floating in the air
sat up and looked at the doctor
"Don't let me die, I haven't found the killer of my son yet"
his voice comforts me
"No One Dies Here Tonight"
This poem is based on a true event. My son Rick was murdered on March 27, 2015. I took to the streets to find justice for him, and to find his killer. On April 17, 2016, I had a heart attack in the emergency room. This was my experience.
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Susan Payton
I love to write in every venue. I am 76 years old and try to make every day count,. I am learning a great deal about poetry.
You can find me at medium.com/susan-payton
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