Two Shots Ring from an Empty Street

A Poem by Daniel

Suspense/Spooky-Type Poem

Two shots ring from an empty street.
Footsteps flee, a man he will never meet.

Blood from the temple where the hot metal landed.
Puddles of red ripple and he's begun to feel stranded.
Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide, but in his mind,
It's only a few minutes before he's cuffed and locked inside.
Behind steel bars but he knows he didn't do it,
Except no one listens to a bum and there is no way to prove it.

This melancholy lawyer knew that this case was ugly,
But his wife left him, took the kids, and half of his money
Depression struck and he just wanted the trial to end,
But he goes home to a lonely-house and no friends.
He convinces the judge who already has a guilty on his tongue;
Twenty years, no parole, for the thirty some-old bum.

Doing time for no wrong but he won't get redemption,
His bunkmate is a man with a heroin addiction.
He stays quiet but he still gets assaulted every other day,
Couldn' get much worse 'til he dropped the soap the same day.
As bad as it may be, he had to always stay tough.
Knew that he had to get revenge for how rough his life was.

Two decades pass for the lawyer and his new wife.
He quit his job to stay home and start a new life.
But little did he know the man had just been released.
He bought a gun and waited silently for his life to be complete.
Anxious from the wait, he opens a pack and begins to smoke.
Twenty years of rage is going into this one bloke.

He then sees him sitting quietly on a barren bench seat.
Only one for the lawyer, but two shots ring from an empty street.