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I watched the crime from the passenger's seat

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A flash, that's all I saw
Hanging in thin air
Long gone
But still there

And I know I should have stopped
But woe is me for so
Vision cropped
Deaf to naked prayer

Blue eyes have mine
Carried innocence before
Wracked with sin
The darkness they adorn

Thieves doth wrench the property
In broad break of day
Dastardly folly
To another victim prey

Young lad with his hands in the air
Face stiff with fear
I remain full aware
Watching as he's jeered

But alas, I move not
As the car passes him by
My tears hot
Where they burn my shameful eye

Police cars go streaming past me
As the criminals try to run
I hear there to be
The far away click of a gun

Leave me be
My loathsome self in shame
Deaf to the stream
Of voices as they call my name.

I am so sorry
I failed you darling
I am consumed by shame
And I don't even know your name
:iconflashingnumbers:, this is the poem I was originally going to submit for the first contest.

I had to get this up before I went to bed. I wrote this after one day, when I was coming home from school, I passed a boy getting mugged by two teenagers on the sidewalk; he had his hands over his head and they were taking his bike away.

I only saw it for a second, but I will never forget it, and to this day wonder if should have stopped...

(Picture courtesy of :iconbrookriver:)
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flashingnumbers's avatar
 I'm almost speechless. This is quite tragic, and certainly an impactful experience. Sometimes we don't make up our minds until it's to late to save someone. I've often wondered about these kinds of things, and moments missed in the short it takes to comprehend the situation and decide what to do. I'm sorry for your experience and for the boy you couldn't help. Perhaps you can only grow from the feeling and beat the hesitation which causes such moments to pass if you ever have the unfortunate opportunity again. I think sometimes that bravery is grown when we regret our own fear and so learn to look beyond it.

  Beautiful poem.