Watcher's Lament

A poem about a person with an unfortunate proclivity for attracting trouble and the tendency to discern more than is good for her happiness

Complacency.

Cantering unchecked.

They bustle like ants. Like drones. No mind of their own. Working. Playing. Treading the well-beaten, comfortable trail.

They do not want what is unfamiliar. They take no chances. It's too risky. Too much to lose? Do they know what greater loss still they will face?

No. Of course not.

It's unfamiliar. It's not safe. In fact… it's dangerous.

It goes against everything they have learned about what is good for them.

It would be a violation of their personal safety.

Too big for them.

It's so not worth these grim stakes.

Why gamble it all for an ideal?

Surely if it is where it is, it deserves to be there. It worked for it and got it.

The end justifies the means, right?

So long as it doesn't affect me, why interfere? Why work against it?

Everything could be lost. Why risk it?

They fear to face the dark.

They fear a lack of foothold. They fear a storm.

The storm is upon them.

Them.

Oblivious.

Self-absorbed.

All seems to fall.

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But they do not realize. Or maybe they just don't care.

Why should they, though? It's not their life. It has nothing to do with them.

All that matters is their own world.

Well, it is comfortable…

Author's Note

I wrote this poem 5 years ago

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

There are so many people who refuse to come out of their comfort zone choosing instead to just watch as life passes them by.Your words are beautifully written:)

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Thank you for dropping by to read and leaving a lovely review in your wake!

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are very welcome!!!!

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dearest Writing Friend,
A very powerful muse! One of the best I’ve read of yours. I really appreciate writers like you that are not sheepel, a writers who thinks for themselves. A herald of truth is what you are, thank you!

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Your assessment is more touching than I could ever hope to put into words. Thank you

[Catherine Frain]

This is really good. Though some of the lines can be separated into two lines.
Them.
Oblivious.
Self-absorbed.
All seems to fall.
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But they do not realize. Or maybe they just don't care.

~This is a good section.

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Thank you! The funny thing is I contemplated separating some of them but then decided against it lest initially intended meaning, whatever it was, was lost

[Sami Khalil]

"Oblivious.

Self-absorbed.

All seems to fall.

F

A

L

L

I

N

G

But they do not realize. Or maybe they just don't care."

Birds of a feather flock together and will soar or fall together in the future...A splendid write...:)...............

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Thank you for reading and for your kind review! I'm glad those words bore some sort of impact

[Sami Khalil]

They did...You are welcome...:)......................