I hated to talk about my work, I’d sit in dives, watch and lurk I’d associate with the evil doers I’d work in their filthy sewers My job was always to pretend They thought me a great friend Quite often I’d be the final nail The reason they’d go to jail
I couldn’t even tell my spouse I’d never bring it to the house Communication and trust was a must I couldn’t and so we’re now bust
Guess I always ordered a double Even after the stomach trouble The work was full of stress But I made my life the mess
It feels good no longer to drink A clear head lets me think Now my life’s back on track I pray I’ll never do go back
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "Cop's Lament"
Reviewed by jenny west (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2004
I am not an authority on what makes poetry good or bad, but I do know the effects it has on me. I can see how being policeman could be stressful and very difficult, and I have the greatest respect for the men and women who strive to keep our cities safe. I believe you really caught the very essence of the danger and sometimes even futulity you must have felt. I dont know much about alcohol, either, but your writing shows that your life has changed a great deal. I enjoyed your sharing this with me.
jenny
I would love hearing morning about some of your other adventures, either in poetry or prose.
excellent write, steven; well done! (((HUGS))) and much love, your fellow tx. friend, karen lynn. :D god bles you and may you have a happy and blessed 2oo4!
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
Asa D Seeley, a young Afro American man, shares his struggle to leave his past behind as he reaches for his future. In his one-of-a-kind style, he searches for answers...from the visible & invisible. A Memoir in Poetical/Prose form.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
jenny
I would love hearing morning about some of your other adventures, either in poetry or prose.
((((HUGS)))) powerful write--thank you for serving our community
and congratulations on your sobriety--one day at a time, i know, i've been there--20 years sober THANK GOD :)
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
i did enjoy it
jessica
aka
gypsie
Leland