Watching
Every day I stand watching
Every night I stand watching
Waiting and Listening
Creeping
The calls of the forest sing to me
The trees beneath my feet stable me
I still wait and watch from here
Hoping I have nothing to fear
Like a magician without its bunny
I am without my family
No purpose all alone and all I can do is wait and
Watch and Watch and watch and watch and w a t c h and w a t c h and w a t c h
till i am gone
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world