Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Silent Watcher - Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.
I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.
But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious fame!
I wonder why these lonely souls,
Keep living in this unreal realm!
And I am not the one to stroll:
In what could possibly peace overwhelm.
I sat behind a rainy window:
And feared that I'm just passing through;
While the drops outside did like pain glow,
And the drops inside did agony accrue.
I sit behind an unshaded screen
Silently, and just await:
The right moment or a chance serene,
And wish that it won't come too late!
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