Cops & Robbers Poem by Kewayne Wadley

My feet don't move much
Standing in front of you.
You've saved me from myself.
Purpose for these cuffs.
I didn't plan on running.
Never planned on writing.
It's a beautiful feeling.
Gaining trust.
Playing it cool.
The times I felt low you picked me up.
Saving me from falling face forward.
Past convictions until proven innocent.
To admit that I am guilty in pretense to your attention.
The loosening of cuffs.
Parole hearing closer.
My beliefs changed for the better.
I've dialed 911 in the hopes that you'd answer,
Despite the news of high crime.
You picked up every time.
And I,
No thought of running.
No thought of escape.
The presence of flashing lights.
The slamming of car doors.
My arms stretched out in front of me.
Awaiting these same cuffs that never left.
All the time in the world.
Biding my time.
I never planned on running.
Watching my wrist clasp in metal.
I failed to mention.
You've had me this whole time.