The Watcher

[Flick]

I watch
Through a broken window.
I see
The world as it is;
Rot and filth and rusty nails.
Crushed dreams and shattered hope.
Bleeding hearts,
Deadly lies,
And jagged edges.

I watch
Through fools' eyes.
I see
The world as they do;
Politics and peace and love.
Healing wounds,
Clean breaks,
And spilt confessions.

I watch
Through hazy darkness.
I see
The world in partial truth;
Pain and shame and dreams achieved.
Battered bodies,
Dirty streets,
And unexpected 'heroes'.

I watch
Through a grimy mirror.
I see
Myself;
Fake smiles and lies and blood.
Endless falling,
Shameful deception,
And no end in sight.

I watch.

[PrinceMyshkin]

A gutsy conclusion to an indictment that might otherwise have seemed too easily arrived at.

[blazeofglory]

It is nicely presented. You have a gloomier sigh of the world. I think you wrote it when you were in a very pathetic state; but you will not be in that mood all the time.

And therefore I do not agree with you that the word is exactly as you observe.

You cannot expect things to go smoothly all the time and there are both good moments and bad ones.

The Tsunami sweeps away all it meets and but it will recede and creation again starts.

How can you say the world is only gloomy, and you forgot light exists when you are awake at night.

[Dark Muse]

I loved this, and I find much truth witin your words. I loved the mood of this poem, and the perspective of it, and the style I thought worked well for conveying the idea. There is something fascinating at being an outside observer