Clock Poem by Fathima Hanna

She begged me to stop by
But my hands and legs went by.
I wished to end myself.
For I,
Was no longer able to witness a crime scene,
For I,
Was no longer able to see her raising one hand to cover herself screaming.
For I,
Was no longer able to see her other hand raise to hold her heart and stomach as it'd drop by pain.
For I,
Was no longer long to lend my hands to her,
For I,
Was no longer able to see her end herself.
As I,
Was no longer able to end myself.