The Detective

Casey
The day I saw a detective cry

I heard him try to stop the grief in his voice

As he asked the hardest questions

Handing me tissue after tissue

Getting all the evidence

To try for an conviction

On a known abuser

That officer wanted him in jail just as much as I

It was as if he felt my sorrow

In my heart, the pain

Having to describe what that monster did to me

In such detail I could barely speak

Every word admitting the assaults upon me

The humiliation, the shame, and sorrow

It was almost too much to bear

I was never allowed to cry back then

Whether out in pain or in misery

It was something words cannot describe

Having to tell them how he used to cover my mouth and nose

Then watch me thrash about and panic without air

The detective helped me through my statement

I hope one day he gets to arrest him

Because he knows as well as I do

What the maniac is capable of

Published by Casey

I'm 24 years old, I live with my fiance, Jake and our two dogs Lakota and Katie. I'm a full time union laborer and working, fishing and hunting every spare moment.  View profile

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  • tinkerick4/6/2009

    Powerful feelings.

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