The Right To Remain Silent

“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.”
C.S. Lewis

The detective on his rounds

Chances upon him, cold

And burnt, face-down in the pillow.

He flips through the forensics

And sees the story familiar:

A tale of lost love and tears.

He was drained of life drop by drop

Do you see the blood on the floor?

No signs of forced entry

He let the killer in

Through wide open doors,

Then was looted of all good and real:

The murderer left him

A hollow shell filled with dreams.

The officer soon finds her who did it

And snaps on the handcuffs

You’re under arrest.

As he shoves her in the car, says

You’ve killed the poor bastard,

He sleeps now, six feet under.

She protests, how could it be,

I haven’t even seen him in years.

Exactly, says the detective,

I’ll take that as a confession,

And he slams the door shut.

P.s: If you’re wondering about the Featured Image, it’s from the song “Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley. It set the mood for writing this poem.

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