THE WATCHER
I sat, engaged in guessing of each greedy hand
With wholesome hunger, nearly fed
The bane of living, tangled in my bed
Tangled inside my head
How I need you to look inside
And see what's on my mind
Out of the night that covers me
Like these sheets that stuff my skin
So ever in my bed, and held within,
I can feel you there
A grandiose clocker
A watcher
Against the pilgrim born
To be the ever-seeker, where the ethereal
Dares to play my death a dirge
In this room
Where
The Watcher
Cries freedom from deep inside
The future a final curtain
From life's coolness
Like shadows falling down
On top of it,
Holding my hand
So ever in my bed,
I can feel you there,
The Watcher,
Loose,
Inside my head....
Tony Taylor
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Welcome back! With a phenomenal write. Always enjoy your ink my friend hope you're keeping well.
Hey SIMON!!......thanx for the 'welcome back' my friend...... and for the kind words on the write!!..... lots of catching up to do!!...... stay groovy brother!!...... peace n stuff!!.......T xo
Thank you Tony, I have missed your respected opinion. I would love it if you get chance to look at my latest poetry. I have changed my style and rhythm for the moment and would love to know what you think.
Good to have back!
I get this feeling just when I wake, between sleep and wake, a desperate feeling, uneasy, like life will continue on in an endless pain of waking and sleeping, it's hard to explain but your poetry touches on this feeling.
I've written about this before yet never could I explain it the way you do Tony, thanks for sharing, I've pinned this to read aloud when I'm alone.
Wow!!... I know that feeling quite well Sir McGowan!!...... I've even written a song about it....... that place where I can see gray eyes floating there!!..... anyway, thanx so much for the Pin.... stay positive brother.... there's always a little light in the darkness!!..... hugs n smiles!!.......T xo
Waking nightmares are nothin' to shake a stick at, Tony.
A baseball bat, perhaps, but not a stick. They'll just quickly snap a stick in two like a leg bone!
This is how I feel when my PTSD gets the best of me sometimes.
Excellent writing--well expressed, bro'.
~? Dean ?~
Thanx PROFESSOR!!..... so glad you could relate...... not that PTSD is any simple matter (sucks)...... but in this case It got us both to the leg bone! (smiles)...... Very much appreciate your sharing brother!!..... stay groovy!!........T xo
Hi Tony,
Gave me genuine goosebumps, great write my friend.
Nigel
Hey SIR NIGEL!!......thanx so much for the comment my friend!!.... hope all is well with you!!.... peace n stuff!!.......T xo
an intriguing write.
multiple readings
lead to multiple meanings.
For what you wrote I read
nothing was left unsaid
in search of a common thread,
Im forced inside my head
So well done!!!
John
Wow!! Thank you JOHN!!.......a most stellar comment indeed..... doesn't get too much better!!..... on my way to your page right now!!.... hope all is well with you......thanx again!!...... smiles.......T xo ?✴?
All is well
still rambling
hoping for a theme?
john