The Last Stop

A cops last stop.

 

Laying on my back

I stare up at the dark sky

Pain rushing around my body

This was supposed to be a normal stop

Nothing more and nothing less

Hand out a ticket and be on your way.

But no, you had to grab that gun

And Fire it as if I wasn’t human

I’m not an animal nor a beast.

How could you be so cruel?

Now I lay on my back wondering if

I’ll see another day.

See my children and wife…

Watch them smile when I walk through that door

I wonder if I’ll make it.

To you it was just another fight

I wonder if you care

How would you feel if you were me?

So you have a cold heart?

Do you even care that you just shot a human?

It seems like you don’t. Your speeding off

Probably thanking god your not going to have to pay

A 50 dollar ticket.

I can feel my life draining and wonder if anybody would care

Of course my wife and children would

But would those who I served and protected care?

Those who made fun of us getting a coffee when they where behind us also getting one?

Shockingly we’re just like you. But instead of jumping in our cars and

going to our office’s

With out a care in the world

We pin a badge to our shirt... carry a gun and meet dangerous people all the time

Now with my final thoughts wondering if you care I close my eyes and bid you goodbye.

 

Author's Note

Something i wrote awhile back

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh what a moving tale. Those last moments captured with such elegance. This reminds me of a song by the Bare Naked Ladies in which they say 'You are the last thing on my mind.' Which means to me not that I am not thinking about you but like the person in this poem that you are the last thing I am thinking about in those final moments - children and wife. Nicely penned. Very thoughtful.
Light,
Siddartha

[Sseoni]

Wow, that was great! It's really sad bacause this happens in life all the time. People abuse their power and hurt people! This was so true! I loved it! Great job! You're a great writer!

[Linda Stinson]

You are right, this is a good one. Glad I took your advice and read it. Many people do take our authorities for granted. I, for one do. I am one that expects them to be there when I need them or whatever the case may be, but what I don't expect is for them to get shot. That never crosses my mine. When it does happen and it catches my attention, I wonder then how can they do what they do. My hat is off to them that is for sure. I admire them, I truely do.

[Big ol' Kahuna]

Well done, transporting yourself into another character and telling us the sad story through your imagination. Really puts things in perspective and makes you want to thank a good cop!

Nicely done.

[Idyllwyld]

An excellent perspective of the police officer. I like your explorations of his thoughts...not just of his family caring (they obviously would), but whether or not "the people he serves and protects" would. Of how cops feel about the "coffee and donuts jokes," and how they too are just everyday people doing their job. Their job just involves guns and cars with sirens.

You really got into the Speaker's mind. I thought this would be just about the exact thing an officer would think as they lay dying. The last line is slightly cliche, but since this is a poem, not an account of a dying man's last thoughts, it can slide.

[Jon Lattone]

WOW! That was amazing work. I really really love storytelling.. and this one was so just right there in my face when I was reading it! It was a good balance between the progression of the story and the way the cop was feeling and thinking. Really good poem :)

[Eagle Cruagh]

This hits pretty close to home.
A little hard to be objective.

Just excellent writing. Thank You !

------ Eagle Cruagh

[mirui]

This is a really good poem and really emotional. You made it feel like I was that dying person. good job, really good job.

[PerfectFlaw90]

This is such a great poem. Not only did your words and emotions flow together, but just the way you capture the thoughts of our police. It's sad how true this poem is. So many sacrifices go unnoticed and we take such courageous men and women for granted. I'm glad that someone out there still cares. Excellent poem!