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A Lost Passion

Tip of the flask
Chains rattled, a moan escaped the blood stained cement room
Another swig, the sting of liquor muted the screams
Piercing green eyes stared back through the dirty, broken mirror
Infidelity screams for consequence. Getting caught leads to punishment
A marriage of 12 years… Broken
Reliving his childhood, he became his own demon
The other man caught in bed, now lives his life chained to the floor
No one hears the screams. No one suspects a cop

Broad shoulders, swelling muscles
A sun-beaten face aged with wrinkles
Hands as tough as leather
Eyes that have seen pain and body that been abused
His badge his only lifeline to protect him from his past
A heart completely broken, a new divorce had just been filed
His kids became strangers and a life overwhelmed with emptiness
Even the dog keeps his distance
Now married to his work his job now a false front
He was his father’s son
No one hears the screams. No one suspects a cop

A sleepless night awaits this man in black
A cold, empty bed that once held the world
He paces, then sits as he messes up the perfect laid sheets
Dirty nails rest upon his neck, rubbing circles underneath his hairline
Stressed and worried, what has he done?
Looking up he sees the silver flask on the dresser
Almost like a baby lion, he pounces for his prey
And once again, everything fades
No one hears the screams. No one suspects a cop

Head thumping, the rising sun blinding his newly awakened eyes
He hears the chains hitting the floor. Time to get up
The shadow of yesterday lingers on his scruffy beard
Squeaky stairs hold strong as breakfast is delivered to the hostage
Wham, a hit to the side of the face
The weak body falls to the ground
Back in the kitchen, he searches for the cure
An early drink, he doesn’t come up for air until the bottle is dry
No one hears the screams. No one suspects a cop

Dressed in black, badge in place, reality awaits
His eyes are trained on the ground trying his best not to give himself away
His life is a lie, how can he escape?
No drink for him here, nothing to ease his guilt
A group of cops relax around a table of donuts and coffee
A typical day for Sergeant Hayes, going on 24 years on the force
After awhile justice lost its meaning, he lost his drive
His passion no longer is to help. He wants revenge
His hands now covered in the blood of hate, jealousy took over him
No one hears the screams. No one suspects a cop

She left with no words or excuses
Packed her bags and ran, only to forget a cop is part detective
The clues all led to find his wife in bed with another man
She begged and she cried, he left in silence
No words to describe his hurt. Hate filled his heart
His badge got thrown on the floor as he drank his 24 years away
Bottle in hand, crouched in the kitchen, a grown man wept
His hands were his weapons as he finally stopped the rattling chains
Only silence remained of the terrible tragedy
No one heard the screams and no one suspected the cop

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