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The Watcher
The Watcher Deep within her soul resides a perfect golden scream held in abeyance When the time is right her cry will set free the Hounds of Hell To chase the darkness The wrongful deaths The wars The bloodshed The innocence lost She is a Watcher Tasked to walk the Earth in silence, observing, recording Sometimes, she is nearly undone Death? No. That darkness is a familiar weight. True acts of Love, of Courage Braveness beyond measure A simple kindness of strangers These are what threaten her silence Unexpected tremors of kindness Love... so overpowering And that golden scream trembles The tears begin to flow Uncontrolled, at the unfamiliar pain of Beauty. She curls into herself, holding back the scream. It is not time. |
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Why can't they add a "Like" to the smileys ?
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I loved reading this poem out loud. What a gift you have and have given us! That it is love and kindness that threaten to overwhelm the stoic watcher, not death or war, speaks very deeply to my soul - I felt the tears well up in my reading at that point. What is the significance of the withheld scream? When will it be time?
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I love it, when will it be time? Newest Poem: What Lies Beneath Newest HNW Post: Latest Story: Sleep Fuck is cumming... Virtual Symposium XXXVIII Think Spring by SC Twisted
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