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Bradley's tiny body glared pale under flourescent lights

Four years old, run over, father forced to identify

His only son, his child, his one and only pride

Driver found not guilty of vehicular homicide

As he left the court, Michael's thoughts burned

Michael's guts churned, Michael's feelings turned

From anguish to animosity

Crippled by despair, justice not served

A trial not worth the lingering hurt

Caused by his enemy

A reporter's interrogative forces a cognitive process

To emerge in Michael's fractured psyche

"Other men might seek revenge," Michael finally comprehends

What he must do to regain his sanity

Distracted, mournful

His infinite pain obliterating all morals

Blank-eyed stare at the funeral director

Discussing payment plans on child size coffins

Tracked down his home

From court records

Tightening the grip on his revolver

Michael breaks and enters

"Please kill me," he mumbles with the gun to his head

"I can't bear the nightmares, please do what's right."

Michael dropped the gun, understanding the curse

The two men, weeping, clutched each other til night