The Watcher Poem by Emmanuel Stone

He is watching
in a tower above all.
So removed,
yet so intricately aware.
He sees them running around the place
like ants around a nest.
Every movement sighted
another pain in his chest.
They call him their own
but he is so far away.
He sees them building a toy
a fantastical invention!
They laugh and play,
excited with their creation.
He wishes to be part of the excitment
be the heat of the moment,
and they can almost hear him
when he yells down the side of the tower.
They think he is happy,
that he enjoys watching on.
In his heart he wants to be more
and join the party below
but he can't get himself
to climb down the stupid tower.
So he keeps on his endless task,
Watching, watching
waiting.