I was there
I was there
When my brother was on the ground screaming
Saying the most profound things
Not able to get up
It was a Friday night
I had just arrived from a soccer game with my parents
Walked in from the side of the house
Because the front door was locked
From the knees up there was nothing to be seened
The curtain covered his body
I Feared the worst
Fearing that he was shot
Fearing that he was bleeding to death
Fearing that I could not help him at all
Opened that curtain and he had saliva all over his face
I asked him if he was okay but there was no response
Ran to the door screaming at my parents to come and help
They came in running and worried
Calling him by his nickname “childin”
I was there when the police officer came and asked if he was on drugs
I was there when the ambulance came and took him to the hospital
I was there at home scared about life
Stayed home because I couldn't face reality
It was terrified
For so long I was not able to sleep
As my mind was just wondering all over the place
There’s days where i can’t sleep
And days where I am afraid to sleep because of nightmares
Nightmares sneaking up in my mind
Causing the fear to come back again
My nightmares just won’t go away
“Dulces suenos”
My parents would say before I went to bed
If only they were
I was there
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