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.