“Caught in the game”

     “Caught in the game”(cold case #8)

Sixteen, wild and young,

 is how the story begun and goes,

Money laundry is my game,

a black youth, high on life,

and caught up, in a world so cold.

Ways of the old, giving rite of passage,

to the ways, of the brand new,

My beginning was well known,

although my ending, was not to I, a clue.

Sometimes I wake, wondering whether,

I will make it, to the end of the day,  

And yes, those are the days, of our lives,

 that I just, rather not say.

Though this day, like all the others,

 I wasn’t prepared for the game,

What transcended that day, left all who knew,

wondering for whom to blame.

We stepped into, a wonderfully planned day together,

 just you and I, a day you and I,

were to have enjoyed, to the fullest,

so why would we both, have to die.

So the morrow to and before the story,

now to you, have just been told,

Now here’s, the circumstances in whole,

on how this story, first unfold.

Tempered in steal, is how I felt about me,

to have been, well known, the streets,

they’re my battle grounds and I boast,

the king of my throne.

Owed nothing to life but felt life,

 owed the entire world to me,

Known never to turn, the other cheek,

is how I decided, my life would be.

Yet, you my lady, grew up on the north side,

in a calm and pleasant home,

Yours was the sheltered life, a kings castle,

 jewel encrusted, with a marble dome.

Never to judge you, not to be my style,

 take all that life has to give,

My motto, get all you can get,

till your cup runneth over,

 it’s the only way to live.

 On the freeway we ride,

never the thought of homicide,

with our destination clearly in sight.

Yet little did we know the many curves,

that life throw and the notions,

 that we won’t make it this night.

On road marker mile nine,

a car approached close from behind,

with speeds of a hundred and above,

With many questions in mind,

 plain to see, his head lights did blind

and I swore to kill him, on all I love.

As he approached from the rear,

 a familiar voice I did hear, her ex-husband,

 was the culprit at hand,

Never the less I got to stay strong,

 throw that old dog a bone,

 just as she too he, his wedding band.

It was just yesterday, that we both fought,

 on him a gun pulled, that I had recently bought.

But today is a new day

and I can’t waste, yesterday’s victory,

 a mouth full, I still taste.

So he pulled up vicariously next to our ride,

 the gun bought, kept close and near my side.

Without any warning and to our surprise,

his vehicle against ours, he struck,

The car being midsize, like a boat we capsized,

due to his vehicle being, a (4) wheel drive truck.

So I turned to call your name,

 no response was there,

from you that came.

So I reached to grab your hand,

 then only did I see,

your blood run red in the sand.

I never knew, a touch could mean so much,

 until your last breath to me you gave,

no matter how hard I try,

there was nothing left but to cry,

 for you I could not save.

Yet little did I know, my life to was to go,

 collapsed lungs and bleeding within side,

Your hand I clutched, you I loved so much

and last sight, I would see, before I died.

Our story would be told,

of our deaths on this cold road,

speeding is what they will proclaim.

Two spirits now in the night,

searching feverishly, for the morning light,

on a day that seems never to end,

Hand and hand we both now roam,

waiting the day, to return back home,

caught up in the game,

 me and my girlfriend.

Jim

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