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The sounds of prison are so loud

and some nights I was afraid

that I would never get out

my first response call

was a diabetic seizure and stroke

it was the last time I ever saw him

I thought about it all the way home

the weapon was laying on the ground

blood rushed down his arms

he looked me directly in the eyes

sometimes I still see his face

before I fall asleep at night

the ambulance began to drive

it was my first transport

he leapt from the stretcher

we wrestled him to the floor

his blood got on my uniform

The wing was quiet

I found him beat up

It terrified me so much

that during movies I cry

at the sight of blood

I took an oath to serve and protect

they never prepare you

for when it's all over

but you can't forget