Deathwatch Poem by Julia Luber

And while the world and life and time have continued into the future,
I have been on deathwatch and it is an experience I abhor. Completely.
I do not take it lightly'.Nobody else knows, so I am very lonely, really.
Lonely perch. What is it worth?
To whom and why? I feel like nobody cares that that killer should be killed and die.
It itself is a gang style killer of just for a thrill.
And it makes it a whole hell lot worse-
to have 'seen' the news clip and identified the kill.
it feels like such a Terrible and Unforgivable curse.
Just an excruciating truth over-defining my sensibility.
Just an abomination exploiting my civility.
Just another thing that makes me disconnect from you all…..
and to that pointless murder it committed, I am a subjugated thrall.
It struck me mute About It for four long years.
I had to find the right words through screams and tears.
Fear cloistered up my heart and skizzied my disclosures.
I disconnected, debilitated, accidentally destroyed a treasure.
I went stone cold silent. I spoke to a higher power as heaven sent.
But it seems through all this, none does exist.
The killer has made so many of you look like terrible terrible people-
disrespectful and indifferent of the truth; unable to assuage my discomfort-
because you do not care. While my fear and trauma float everywhere.

Deathwatch: I can't wait till the killer's killed.
Deathwatch: The truth is spoken, the justice needed revealed.
Deathwatch: what a terrible position to be in.

Let me find the words; let me spin my spin.