Chapter 59 - Sestina 2 (2/2)

The airwaves are filled with bad news every night,

I wish that good news was a part of their job

Like how, with hard work, we usually solve the

crime.

I shudder recalling details from this crime;

gunfire – In my mind, I hear its report.

Deductive pretending is part of my job.

Sometimes sanity becomes hard to protect

when facing this ugliness night after night.

Emotions grow cold when you're wearing the

badge.

My life? A lot simpler before the gold badge.

Back then it was mostly stopping petty crime,

And helping my neighbors sleep better at night.

I still had to fill out each detailed report,

the public I still did my best to protect;

promotions happen when you're good at your job.

”Now, wearing my badge is more than just a job,”

I repeat this each night as I write my report.

”By solving these crimes, my whole world I protect.”

By Dusty Grein