I am a man of the law
I wonder about the report that came in
I hear the creek of the stairs beneath my feet
I see the busted door nob
I want to rush in and help
I am stunned
I pretend this is just another dream
I feel sorrow for the boy
I touch his shaking shoulders
I worry that he’s seen to much
I cry for him, like I did all those years ago
I am reliving my past
I understand that those papers will be redistered soon
I say, “Everything’s okay now, I’m going to take care of you.”
I dream of his future
I try to comfort him after a bad dream
I hope he can be happy again
I am his adoptive parent
YOU ARE READING
I am...
ŞiirI am a poem. I wonder how it will end. I hear the investigation reports. I see the evidence. I want to be solved. I am a murder case.
