She stumbled drunk out of a bar at 2am.
Her friends, drunk too, had deserted her.
Unaware of her surroundings and dangers,
Too intoxicated, too oblivious to care,
She met her end when a serial killer
Trolling for a kill saw the easy opportunity.
Don’t victim blame, some women said.
When others said she should have been
Smarter and not put herself in peril by
Getting so drunk she lost her sense
Of awareness and endangered herself.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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