Blood On My Hands

I've seen a few murders with the naked eye. And if you're reading this poem no need to be surprised why. The streets had me blind since I was 11 years old. And now at the age 27 I need to make sure all my stories get told. The last murder is what really hurt the most. I should have told him about the word of God first. But he was so deep in the streets in his eyes there was no hope. And as he took his last breath, my new life started. Just to see the fear in his eyes as his body left earth I felt departed. I felt responsible for his death. Because we were together and having fun I remembered he was so happy to hear he was having a son. I just never got a chance to tell him about God's plan. Till this very day I can still see the blood on my hands. I will miss you always Demetrius Simpson