it was a late drive home.
as i was reaching the end of a road with a sharp bend,
wanting to keep to my lane,
i saw a dog sitting there in the middle of the road,
swerved to the middle lane.
was afraid that it would get hit by other vehicles with wreckless driving skills,
elapsed into the thought that it was actually injured, otherwise why would it just sit there in the middle of the road, risking being hit by vehicles.
"do you want to turn back and help it?"
i thought that i could do no help,
gave a thought if i could actually do anything to help it,
all attempts seemed to lead to a failure.
went off, knowing that i could not help it in anyway,
knowing that it gave me that uneasy feeling that would keep me awake for the night,
knowing that it could possibly be injured, and waiting for it's death.
it hurts.
i feel helpless.