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

[Chad Hollingsworth]

Very nice work. As a full-time firefighter/paramedic who has an older brother that's a cop, I can really relate. Thanks for sharing. I'm thinking of writing a short story based on your poem. Awesome. I'll post the story when done. I hope you consider it flattery. :)

[MarkGMelvin]

Very touching cops are bad asses it takes balls to go out all day puttin your self into unknown danger in constant harms way for people you don't know,thats very courageous and heroic,this is well written an a excellent read

well done

peace
wmmelvin

[Stacey Watts]

This was a very sad piece. So very true of the way society has become. Very well written. You pulled the emotion in perfectly.

[John McGrael]

whoah.......

.........breathtaking

(thats my new favorite word!!, btw..)

but this seriously is incredible!

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

This is well penned i love the rawness of this poem, although it is bleak in it's makeup you have portrayed a dark and poetic piece here covering the last few thoughts of a dying man doing his duty and serving the community for what as his life becomes yet another sad statistic of gun crime.
It was like reading a short novel with so much detail and there was a moral in the poem, one should never forget the incredible bravery these guys show when they are on the beat cleaning up other peoples mess where angels would fear to tread the demons have hold on our fragile society which hangs by a thread.

[ShaneBerry]

i agree with "siddartha beth" it does remind me of the "bare naked ladies song" "Tonight Is The Night I Fell Asleep At The Wheel"

[Placenta]

"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."
such saddness. And its very true. not many people tend to think of the ones who put their lives on the line to protect us.
Very Inspiring

[Dominic Rosales]

This brings sad thoughts to my mind, it reminds me of when my family moved. We lived in new Hampshire and we moved to a different part from where we previously lived not too far away. Well a week after we moved, one of the most popular cops in Manchester Officer Riggs was shot to death at the end of our old street because he was trying to slow someone down, or something. Well just thought that was a little relavant to this poem.
But great job, and certain points were made in this poem, about how they are just normal people like us, yet many make fun of them when they have coffee, meaanwhile people are getting a cup at the same time. I think what comes to my mind first when I think and read this poem is we are all the same, no matter what

[hajo]

This is a fascinating dramatic moment you have captured. I would 'push it' even more. Make it more evocative. I would eliminate the (ing) ending to some words it lessens their impact. 'I lay on my back, I stare at the dark sky, as pain rushes through my body'. Would the fallen officer in his last moments be thinking about the cuprit's motivations or his family, things he did immediately prior to this encounter? This is a poem, make every word count.

[Poeticpiers]

I am an ex police officer so I can relate to this,Although in the the UK policemen are not armed which make us even more vulnerable. You present your thoughts in well written prose
No body likes us until they need help