Poetry Journal Nov. 18, 2023

 


He shows no remorse for the deaths he caused, even after having already spent so many years in jail, standing in his prison garb side by side with his shady attorney, while waves of hate flowed over him from family and friends of the victims, suffering through the verbal abuse like Christ, finally admitting his dreadful mistake, all too late, fed bad advice from an attorney who hoped to shift blame onto the troopers and EMTs, who desperately tried to save the lives of those he killed, not intentionally, just a stupid drug-induced mistake the widow of his victim will never let him forget, telling him she wants him to die, then to rot for eternity in hell.



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