Police - Blood On His Chin Poem by Paul Warren

As a doctor at the Out-patient clinic she diligently worked that day
There were psychiatric patients lining up with their needs to allay
One waiting hadn't slept and his dealer would not give his drugs to take the pain away
He decided to plead his case to the doctor and get the drugs that way
To cover his bases he put a kitchen knife tucked under his shirt
But she refused the drugs, so he took the knife out to her threatening hurt

She tried to reason with him but he certainly would not be denied
There was no mercy in him with 24 stabs at her until she expired
And he ran away leaving the bent knife lying in a pool of blood
Other doctors came in to her and tried to stem the bloody flood
An ambulance called came and tried desperately to save her life
Police were called and started to sort through the troubled strife

The radio call came and we knew her story had violently ended
She had left a son whose future life was needed to be comprehended
We searched around and found the fleeing felon who was already spent
He was convicted of murder and to prison for life he was rightly sent
The memory of it is still with me as these thoughts return today again
Of one doctor speaking with me and her blood dripping from his chin.

© Paul Warren Poetry