~ THE WATCHER ~

From out of the night that covers me,
Like enlarged veins
That map my skin,
Comes a roadway into my head
Held willingly within
I can feel you there
A most, expected caller
Like, an attentive daughter
A Watcher
Protecting against the pilgrim born
To be the ever-seeker
Where the existing ethereal
Dares deliver my life a dirge
In this one-act play
Where, in its final scene
The watcher cries freedom
From a defiant future
A final curtain
From life's solemn coolness
With shadows falling down
As scars squeezing my hand 
Tightly gripping 
​​​​​​​The quintessential me
Into a living limbo
Where,
I can feel you there
The Watcher,
Loose,
Inside my head...