Soaked In Tears

Debbie Blaine



It was the rookie’s first night out,

he could hear the echos when the city shouts,

it was those echos that he needed to sift,

allowing none to drift,

it was on the first hour of a midnight shift,

that he met Debra Blaine,

an overweight, sad faced woman,

that carried around so much pain,

and she finished up twenty five years

in the rear seat of a mini-van,

darkness soaked in tears,

the mini-van found idling at a commuter lot,

it took just a single gunshot,

her skin sticking to the plastic leather

because of the heat,

she slumped over in the back seat,

the rookie’s eyes closed briefly,

as his emotions would hide,

and he knew it wasn’t going to be his first,

as she went out on a suicide,

darkness was only quenching its thirst,

fighting the city lights,

and covering the ghetto nights.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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shygirl2 5 years ago

Sad poem but very well done! We have a policeman/sheriff who lives across from us on our street. I'm sure he's witness to a lot of sad departures. Thanks for sharing. You're a good poet! : )


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks for reading shygirl :)


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clivewilliams 23 months ago from Nibiru

witnessing someone blast their brains out is nothing pretty

She took her own life, What a pity

Just having my blast of poetry today frank....nice


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Frank Atanacio 23 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Clive...:)

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