Silent silhouette marked against the sky unmoving staring into the murky darness stands alone the watcher in the night
Hushes wispers ripple through the air carried abroad by flowing streams heard only by the watcher in the night
Mournful cries echo into the dark pounding hearts beating out a lonely tatoo sighing aloud to the watcher in the night
Empty sobs pounding through the streets wailing sirens screaming painful obsenities weeping eys from the watcher in the night
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
the world is full of hurting people who carry their pain deep within themselves the watcher is God who sees the paon no mater how hard we try to hide or disguise it God weeps for our pain