Helpless
Helpless
The night is dark and the world is sound,
The cold wind touches my face with a warning.
I’m all alone; I hear footsteps on the ground,
From a distance, a young man is mourning.
“Close you eyes and count to ten,
Walk away and don’t ever look back.”
Slowly his face fades beyond my ken,
I wish to run but courage I lack.
I’m torn between reality and dream,
Shall I hold my breath and wait for death?
I feel guilty, my urge and conscience scream,
I want to help but I’m catching my breath.
I see the culprit; I want to shout,
Who is there to help me? Who is there to care?
He flees and takes it all without a doubt,
I stand still before the corpse with a prayer.
If I screamed for help, would he be dead?
If the bastard saw me, would I be spared?
Too late for me to try, much has been said,
Too guilty to admit it - that I was just scared.
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