I watch from the shadows
blending into the walls
I watch,
perhaps you notice me,
keeping to myself,
watching,
filing,
I don’t do anything bad,
nor good,
maybe even worse,
I do nothing,
just watch,
I don’t judge,
a silent witness,
keeper of secrets,
from the shadows,
I watch the world,
never interfering,
never changing,
for I am a watcher,
watching till the last clock,
ticks its last,
my heart beats its last,
and perhaps even after that…
This could be a stalkers’s reassurance poem
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very stalkerish
~B
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