

The watcherI am the watcher and it is my job to stand and observe and report what I see or seem to see from my tower wall, and then be silent.The watcher
It is my blessing and my curse that I must watch only and never take action. I must let the lovers love, the haters hate, and the warmongers make war.
All manner of creatures have presented themselves before me at one time or another; for all that lives must be seen or seem to be seen.
From my tower wall I have seen the green face of envy, and the hungry face of greed,


FragmentLet me write of lonely things of which others never read; Set pen to page and capture that which others never say; Let the dust which settles gently upon these unread pages read their words and weep;Fragment
and allow the silence of the shadows bear sad witness to it all


untitled 1Sense my traitor heart could never bear such loss or such grief I turned my heart to stoneuntitled 1
and in this way found relief.
But in dreams I still turn and weep with tears upon my face like frost; and waking do not even know I wept, nor what I've lost


GhostAm IGhost
Not seen?
Nor heard?
Nor felt?
I stand with-in
the crowd. Invisible. Easily forgotten
their eyes pass
through me.
I am
cold. Chilled
to the bone.
Life thrives.
Without me.
I stand
for all to see.
My presence goes
unfelt .I speak.
I scream.
I yell. I am
unheard.
I am not
noticed enough to
be dismissed.
It is a pain unlike any other
to be unseen unique and numbing.
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