The Ones that Follow

“HELP” a dozen people scream

I run towards them, wishing this was a dream

On the ground is a man who is not breathing

Without hesitant I kneel over his chest and start compressing

I yell for someone to call for an ambulance

It seems I am this only man’s chance

I’m still compressing trying to save this stranger

I yell for an AED, I’m focused on my task ignoring all other danger

I’m center stage of a group of onlookers

They all stand and just watch, there are no help offers

Another officer shows up with the AED, I hook it to his chest

I’m tiring but I’m still doing my very best

The AED delivers a shock and the man begins breathing

He weakly grabs my hand, as to say thanks for trying

He quits breathing again and I go back to compressing

The AED delivers another shock as I kneel there sweating

No effect! Damnit! I go back to compressions

Finally paramedics show up and I don’t like their expressions

One kneels down and stops me, they declare him dead

I go numb and don’t hear another word that is said

Phones calls are made and hours tick by

We sit patiently to be interviewed by the GBI

I sit there my body starving for sleep

And wait my turn to be pulled away like a butcher picking a sheep

I tell my story and I am sent away

No matter what happens I will never forget this day

The people that you save fade away into the shadows

The ones you don’t will always be there, will always follow

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