Poem -

Observer

Everyone's lives revolve around them
but there are some
who have become
Undone

Imagine you in class
Your head is done and you can't bypass
You're made of brass
Yet you shatter like glass

Your attention is on you
for others, you look though
And that ghost, you eschew
for if you're being true
You will know your own view

But what does the ghost see?
It got past depression 
No more confessions
It's now numb and carefree

The ghost watches on
As the earth spins to dawn
The ghost can only yawn
As it looks upon

After a while, problems become insignificant
For after being so vigilant
These predicaments areseeminglyy infinite
And people have become so insolent

No, the ghost isn't omnipotent
See through, perhaps
Only human she collapsed
I think she relapsed 
Falling back into that trap

I assume you have observed
She was an observer
Never heard
She would have preferred
To be deterred
Because now she has been interred

The world didn't weep for her
Loneliness was her silencer
She awaited succour
But the world demurred

She took this matter into her own hands
But still, no one understands
Why there's an extra seat in the room
Why, in the graveyard, there's an extra tomb

Watching on, was a mockingbird
She didn't know her thoughts were overheard
Her story is now blurred
Ha! She was a human? That's absurd

 

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