First Responder Poems

Cant Change It.

The voices of those I talk to haunt me at night.

I still hear the cries of men, women, and children alike.

They don't go away ever you just learn to live with it.

I often wonder how a call ended up.

I cry myself to sleep wondering what I could of done differently to save them.

Could I of dispatched more units?

Could I of canceled the police officer off of that prank call to respond to a real emergency?

I suppose I will never know.

I just have to find a way to deal with this.

Can't change it.