The uncrossed distance

I can speak

I can stare

I can try to comfort

Try to imagine 

I still have yet to comprahend 

A choice that was made

A choice I have thought of many times

Played with in my mind, all the consequences

I witness the effects, a rip in to the very nature of existence 

My mind races in a million diffrent ways

Should I pray, beg, cry, forgive, question?

This everlasting descion

Made all alone

What I would do to play back time

Wish I could have knocked

Wish I could have helped

Wish I could do more then watch from such a discontected distance

This poem is about: 
My community
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