The Watcher

When I begin to hurt within

These days become strange

These sins seem to live in everyone

Reflected from my cruel heart

Life is death

A storm gathering  overhead

And all shall die

All shall be lost

For Jesus wept

As Judas thought

What is life's meaning 

And where to be found

In pleasures fleeting and laughing clowns

Hot flesh eyes of desiring fire

That burns the soul and brings flames higher

Until hope is dissolved and peace just a memory

No stillness in this

But a malicious watcher

A poem by Liam Herdman