What is
experience? Being in the present.
I was
present at the time, the night it happened.
Assumptions
of isolation were uncalled for as I am omnipresent.
A witness
to the crime, a loose end you cant tie.
I am a
never ending experience, I am the third person who observed.
The act of
taking a life, shunned upon by religion and morals.
Yet, the
gun went off and so did the casing. Piercing through flesh like butter;
He fell.
Fell along with the casing, meeting together at the finish, me.
I felt his
weight lean against me as the gun howled into the murky skies.
Loud enough to wake the neighborhood and all the life around.
Her first
reaction was human, her second was a common mixture of instinct and fear.
She ran,
ran into the night, further and further away from me.
Further
away from the victim and the witness, leaving him to bleed.
Bleed onto
me, smearing me with the vitals of every human.
Slowly
fading into the great dreaming, to join his lost loves. Oncoming death.
The more
she advanced away, the more I felt his weight.
I became
his last touch, he would no longer experience after death.
She ran but
the moon overheard the approach, the ever seeing moon glanced.
Glanced
upon her with a frown. Creation being killed. I wasn't the only witness.
The skies,
the birds, the animals, the trees. She gave no regard and sprinted.
I remained
in the distance, watching her fall out of my sight.
Holding
onto the victim and the casing, the evidence of murder.
But what
was I doing? Nothing. Apart from experiencing helplessness in potency.
I was
unable to move a finger, struck in trance of what I experienced.
Unable to
help, unable to move and unable to utter a single cry for help.
Unable, unable. That word described me at present.
He was
dying in my arms and there was nothing I could do about it.
I yearned for
help, I wept without shedding a tear.
My prayers
were answered by the sirens of an ambulance rushing towards me.
Perhaps
they can still save him. But I couldn’t.
Why? Because
I’m just a street it happened on that night.
A murder
happened and I am 22nd street.
A witness
to the crime, holding onto the victim with blood pooling around me.
I was a
victim as well that night, a victim to helplessness.
