A Final Week

On Monday night, his job was lost,
Sunday’s fight, a heavy cost.
Car repossessed, no way to roam,
Stranded, he couldn’t make it home.

Tuesday dawn, a friend’s embrace,
Husband’s return, a fearful face.
A shot rang out in confusion’s wake,
A life at stake, his heart did break.

Wednesday’s news, his blood did not align,
A son’s gift, denied by fate’s design.
Pain increased, hope wore thin,
A desperate fight he couldn’t win.

Thursday came, he tried to aid,
A man who fell, his efforts made.
Misunderstood, the family’s blame,
Accusations, steeped in shame.

Friday found him in police control,
Handcuffed to a bed, they stole his soul.
Innocence lost, a world so cold,
Life’s cruel hand, no heart to hold.

Saturday, in silent despair,
A sleeping guard, a gun laid bare.
One final act to end the pain,
A bullet’s flight, freedom gained.

A week’s cruel dance, sorrow wide,
A man who lost, and then he died.
Life’s harsh tune, no second chance,
In darkness deep, his final stance.