A life-changing experience and the aftermath. |
He snapped the elastic band around his wrist snap, snap You saw the welts his actions caused You saw the scars along his arms No more, he vowed, as he strode across the room NO MORE! he cried, as he cocked the shaking gun You saw his wide, frightened eyes as he brought the gun to his temple You saw the determined set of his jaw before he pulled the trigger You heard the trembling tone of his last whispered words no more Before the dreadful, sickening CRACK rang through the room You never could understand what made him do it But that moment changed you Made you think, made you wonder What if you had known? What if you had asked? What if you had cared? Could you have changed his fate? Or taken some of his pain? All night you lay awake Wracked with guilt, and a need to fix it Somehow The years pass, but you never forget You never act, either Sometimes you see a chance But you never take it, too timid and afraid Decades later, you lay on your deathbed completely alone No family alive, no friends who cared enough to come As your mind wanders back to the lonely boy, you understand why You weep for lost chances to help for chances to save lives You know exactly how the boy felt and you know you deserve this death For how many such deaths had you indirectly caused? You could've helped so many people... but you didn't, and now this is your fate You hear a shuffling outside the door, then a gentle knock 'Come in', you rasp with one of you last breaths In comes a coworker, one you had barely smiled at 'I heard you were...sick,' she says, 'and I just had to come. To say goodbye, you know.' And so she sits, and in silence takes your hand with your las rasping breath you whisper 'Thanks' and wish her all the happiness and luck to be had because she took a chance and saved a life. |