I watched you when you did it
I saw what you had done
But too scared to admit it
My decision was to run

Pretend it never happened
Push it from my conscious mind
Your motive never questioned
Leave the ugly deed behind

But it seems it’s not that simple
That my conscience will not rest
I’m destined to be burdened 
By the values I’ve suppressed

Why was this thrust upon me
Why was I the only one
To stand there and bear witness
While the vicious deed was done

Will I ever find the courage
To confess to what I saw
Instead of staying silent
And into myself withdraw

The pain is much to heavy
For deep inside I know
I cannot forgive myself
This cancer will just grow

For even though you are the one
Whose crime I could undo
If I choose to stay silent
Then I am guilty too

I am guilty too



About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Witness

  1. So many things go into those decisions.


  2. the conscience is its own prison – (did you mean “vicious”?)


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