A Serial Killer
A doctor ordained to bring people from death to life
Turning into an assassin sending them from life to death
Lopsided was his brain, a sure psychopath
Dr. Harold Shipman committed crime after crime in stealth
None suspected him of his evil designs
And he continued his sinister escapade for long.
Did violence rage in his heart as a youth?
Or did his ego and wickedness subdue him lifelong?
He decimated not just one or two but many
Were they his opponents, no one knows
Sadly they were all elderly women,
Who were never his adversaries, one has to suppose..
Was he ruled by some uncontrollable impulses?
Or as a child did something tear him apart?
Were they crimes done in cold blood?
Or the offshoot of a dark malice hidden away in his heart
As a child seeing his mother’s suffering and death
From painful cancer and being under morphine
He must have thought that death was more covetable than being in pain
Whose suffering had dealt a death blow to him in his teen
Were his killings an act of recompense or was he a sadist,
Deriving pleasure out of his heinous acts- still a shrouded mystery
Before much investigation could be done about his psyche
He hanged himself, becoming part of history
Intriguing is the working of human brain
None can think of Shipman without some trace of pain
August.21.2022
`~ Placed Sixth~
Dr. Harold Shipman Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Joe Maverick
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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