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Shondra's Night

Updated on August 24, 2014
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By: Wayne Brown


(Writer’s Note: The inspiration for this poem came from a story that I previously wrote entitled “The Shondra May Mystery”. Like the story, I hope the poem will help to keep Shondra’s name fresh in the minds of those who might still be able to help in finding her abductor. There is no certainty as who or how Shondra was abducted and killed. The insinuation in this verse is reflective of the beliefs of many familiar with the case. - WB)



The drizzling cold rain drops of an early February night


Wipers clearing glass to follow the beam of headlights


Off to work the evening shift; a part-time job situation


Just enough for pocket jingle in the form of compensation



A slow night at the counter; the manager says “clock out”


Linger a bit and hope for busy, then off on the home route


A quick stop at the local variety store; a Valentine’s affair


A note of affection, a card for the boyfriend to know “I care”



Rain still drizzling down; a chill lingers on the night wind


Run to the car and crawl inside; headed home once again


Very few cars on the road; a lonesome, rainy night


Thoughts of home, little things, passing time in mental flight



Lights in the rearview, move up close yet do not go around


Following so closely northbound on the highway out of town


A queasy feeling in my stomach, the lights as bright as can be


A fear slowly rising inside, could those lights be following me?



Almost safely home now yet the bright lights remain behind


Following so close as I turn off the highway as if by design


Then suddenly blue lights are flashing; signaling me to pull over


I move the car slowly to the side and park it on the shoulder



I look closely in the rear-view, it’s someone that I know


I will just walk back to his car; my license then I will show


As I walk to the blue lights, he motions for me to get in


Now I’ll be late getting home; will this night ever end?



Then things go odd, as he places the car into reverse gear


Where we going I ask; He says “some place away from here”


“Please, I cannot” I reply; “I’m late; my mother will worry”


“Never mind” he says, “plenty of time; no need to hurry”



Off we race with light flashing through rainy drizzle of the night


Off to some unknown dark place ; my heart is filled with fright


As I stare across at the familiar face that I have long known


I wonder if I will ever again see my mama and my home



The fears of that night are over now; years come and gone


My body rests in in its grave; my killer’s name yet unknown


But my spirit cries from the dark pointing to his murder role


Praying that my name forever rests upon his tortured soul



Mississippi’s cold, rainy February nights pass year on year


Still the question of over 25 years goes unanswered here


Somewhere out there a killer lingers in a case gone cold


out there a gray-haired killer fears that one day his is told




©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.


6 August 2012


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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      You can also find more details of the story in my hub, "The Shondra May Mystery". It was the inspiration for the poem. This terrible act took place not far from my hometown and it still haunts the locals. Thanks much, VM! ~WB

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      Vincent Moore 5 years ago

      Wayne you tell a story so fine. I felt each line as the hair rose on my arms. To think that this has become a common happening throughout North America. It's not a safe world any longer, we have to keep an eye over our shoulder at all times, lock up our doors, protect our children so no harm will come to them. Yet the assailants will not falter as they prowl the highways and byways looking for more flesh to feed their evil souls. This tense work you produced here is a remembrance for many to be always on guard. Voted Up and beautiful.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @teaches12345....Thank you, glad you liked it. Writing of the tragedy inspired me to recall it in poetry...not something that I can always do. ~WB

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      Dianna Mendez 5 years ago

      You have made a great point on this storyline. Hate to hear of murder and it's terrible affect on victims. Your writing style is very good!

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @ImKarn23...You are very correct and if that is the case, most likely this person has killed again...possibly in some of the other cases that I cited which are areas easily within reach of where the Shondra May murder took place. I suppose the positive side of that is criminals who continue in their patterns eventually make a mistake and get caught...although this one is getting somewhat long in the tooth. Style...we don't need no stinkin' style! LOL! Thanks much! WB

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      Karen Silverman 5 years ago

      i hope you're right in that the killer feels guilt and fear - but - i wonder..

      it seems that killers of this particular ilk find joy - if not sexual excitement - at the thought of their past...adventures! There are too many unsolved cases like this - FAR too many!

      I adore your poetic style, Wayne...(it kinda reminds me of mine...LOL)

      up and across, as always! Tweeting too..

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @drbj...Thanks much, Doc! I wish the same things. WB

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      drbj and sherry 5 years ago from south Florida

      Very creative poetry and an interesting exploration of a hideous crime, Wayne. May Shondra rest in peace and her killer be tortured by his thoughts every day of a miserable life.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      Faith Reaper...It was tragic and I can remember the impression it left on folks back home...many can still remember where they were when they first heard about it, etc. You are correct...punishment will eventually come. Thanks much! WB

      @Gypsy Rose Lee...Thank you! WB

      @PegCole17...Thank you! I went that way with it because I believe she willing to out of the car because it was someone she knew and was comfortable with or a person of authority who she felt she needed to obey. The missing driver's license plays well in the latter scenario. DNA will be the only confirmation I am afraid even if they have someone confess...it will be the litmus test. WB

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      Peg Cole 5 years ago from Dallas, Texas

      Awesome and chilling at the same time. Telling it from the eyes of the victim brings up a lot of questions about the who and why. And the killer goes free because she recognized him perhaps, a good theory, and could be a false arrest. From the perspective of a woman driving at night that particular fear arises when blue lights come into view. Until time tells us the answers you've given us another reason to remember Shondra.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      People like this who do harm to those who know them will receive their just rewards in hell. Captivating and awesome poem.

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      Faith Reaper 5 years ago from southern USA

      Your poem paints the tragic picture of the unthinkable. He will pay one day for what he has done, be sure of that! Voted Way Up In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @breakfastpop...Thank you, my inspiration came from gaining familiarity with the story. I appreciate the kind words. WB

      @rcrumple...Yes, death is probably too good for him I would say. Maybe leaving with the image of that act in his head has done its share of offering up a some torture while alive. Thanks much rc! WB

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      Rich 5 years ago from Kentucky

      A terrible fate for the victim. Hopefully, though not necessarily by the hands of men, a terrible fate of greater magnitude awaits the killer. It's a shame to wait, though.

      Great poem, Wayne! I wish you didn't have to tell it.

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      breakfastpop 5 years ago

      Your poem does justice to the terrible tragedy. Up and awesome.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @sweethearts2....I would hope that time has no relief for a killer but some of that genre have no conscience or regret for their deeds. I fear this person has cast shadows over more deaths than that of Shondra's. Thanks much! WB

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @Ericdierker...Your statement is correct, Eric...especially in a case where the murderer is never found. This young lady is forever 17 years old and by all rights deserves for the world to know who carried out such a hideous act on a young girl of innocence. Thanks much...I've been a Dale Brown fan in years past myself. He and I were both old navigators in the Air Force. WB

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      sweethearts2 5 years ago from Northwest Indiana

      This heartache can't be erased by time and yet time has protected a killer. Is it wrong to hope that time has tortured a killer? Peace taken from the innocent should not be a benefit to the thief who stole it. Beautiful, sad poem

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      Eric Dierker 5 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      What a treasure. I used to wait for Dale Brown books to come out. Now I wait for Wayne Brown's hubs to come out.

      I suppose a hard fact is that a murder victim's life just stops time, for them. while the rest of us keep moving along.