The Witness

The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core

She’s standing there helpless
Oh- a sight to be seen
I gaze at her pure beauty
Her dilemma is not only me

Standing in the shadows
My desolate heart becomes unglued
As he lurks up from behind her
There’s a lot now to prove

Frozen in my own footsteps
Should I choose to do nothing
As his rope bridles her pale neck
I’m reminded of something

It was about thirty years ago
I was just a young fellow
Awaken from a bloodcurdling nightmare
In the midst of my pillows

I had killed my best friend
During the middle of my dreams
My crazed mind couldn’t take it
I woke before the screams

It’s here I stand now
I need to cease this at once
To stop this murderous monster
And all that he’s done

Without reason I hesitate
While I continue to stare
He finishes his achievement
Her soul no longer there

Asking myself now
You fool, why didn’t you intervene
I guess my only true answer
What actually happens, after the screams

Patrick

A mentally beaten introvert, just wanting to create art and share it with the world.

https://poesoulstudio.com
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