Artislove
I was a witness. Of a crime. They called me to court just so I could point out the face of a man in a line up. It scared me so much. I could be sending one man to his death, when I had already seen another fall to his own.
Hapless, I don't even know what it means. It sounds like nothing. A wet rag. Something damp you throw away. Or maybe a wet dog in the rain. Hapless, the dog, standing outside your door. Begging to some in and get warm.