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When Love Collides with Duty

A Heartbreaking Tale of a Police Officer Arresting His Own Wife

By SherPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

In Spikegrove's haven of picket-fenced dreams,

Where children's laughter wove through sunlit streams,

A tragedy unfolded, unseen and profound,

Detective James Anderson, duty-bound.

A love once vibrant, a beacon so bright,

James and Emily, a pair in love's light.

High school sweethearts, a puzzle complete,

Their journey through life, a melody sweet.

James, the guardian, donned in duty's attire,

Emily, the artist, setting their life on fire.

Together they navigated life's ebb and flow,

A family, a home, where love would grow.

Yet shadows danced where the sun used to gleam,

Silent demons whispering in Emily's dream.

Depression's veil, addiction's cruel embrace,

A storm emerged, casting shadows in grace.

A traffic stop routine, a discovery untold,

Contraband hidden, a truth to unfold.

The love that withstood life's tempestuous roar,

Now faced a foe more relentless than before.

Handcuffs of sorrow, a badge heavy with pain,

James enforced the law, a heart torn in twain.

A home once alive with laughter's sweet sound,

Echoed now with silence, dreams on the ground.

The police station, once a sanctuary of trust,

Now haunted halls where whispers combust.

Colleagues turned strangers, averted their eyes,

As Spikegrove stood witness to love's sad demise.

The Andersons' home, a canvas now marred,

Where joy once painted, now sorrow had scarred.

As James grappled with love's bitter sting,

Had he failed as a husband, protector, or king?

In the heart of Spikegrove, a reckoning took place,

A community fractured, in silence they brace.

The veneer of perfection, illusions laid bare,

For even the strongest bonds, life can ensnare.

James, on the precipice of duty and despair,

Spikegrove stood wounded, a town in repair.

The arrest of Emily, a tale of love's end,

A requiem for innocence, a community to mend.

A poem etched with sorrow, in Spikegrove's lore,

For love once cherished, now forevermore.

The scars may heal, but the echoes remain,

In the heart of Spikegrove, where shadows wane.

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  • Test2 years ago

    fantastic writing

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