Hindsight

Hindsight you are watching someone all too familiar hovering anxiously above and apart a shadow puppet bound to neither be seen nor heard again you sigh and shake your head they stumble down the wrong path unhurried though running offensively late how many times must you wince as they pluck poison berries and wash them down with tainted water? as they lose themselves amongst dense bracken chasing mirages of shimmering falsehood? your lofty position proves advantageous panoramic views for miles surveying hidden shortcuts pitfalls peppered with sharp spikes to break bones and tear flesh charming strangers with arms outstretched and naught but ill intentions... you scream until your throat bleeds black you wring your hands and cry of frustration as they stagger toward a cliffs sharp edge to plummet and shatter like porcelain for they do not hear you they can not hear you and veiled by tears now you yourself are flying blind