Observer…

One day I hope to make writing my only profession, at the moment, that is only a distant dream. In this poem, I wanted to reflect on my observations throughout the day.

Unfortunately, this poem is not as positive as I would have liked, but hey, at least there is a good ending?

Thank You!

“Illuminating the emptiness of a pit.”

Silent observer,
holding folded paper,
scribbling knotted ligature.

Tired eye,
pursuing sudden movement,
searching,
for a missing smile.

Mile after mile,
mechanic profile,
shining proudly on the chest.

Everyone’s a macho,
on this constant show,
of a cheap pride,
and useless rides.

Forgery,
like plastic,
covering the naked skin.

Sorcery,
they torture me,
torching,
the thin jacket of my bones.

Shadows, figures,
rushing headlamp,
illuminating the emptiness of a pit.

Observer folds the paper,
whispering some curse,
or prayer,
rare occasion
for such temptation.

Grounded in the concrete,
but visibly,
almost spiritually,
lost,
in the vastness of the horizon.

Endless horizon.

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