The Bystander
The Bystander
Looking in from afar,
I witness your undoing.
It is a quiet, wretched thing—
a state of affairs I can no longer mend.
You move without a mirror,
blind to the jagged edges of your choices,
unaware of how the world recoils.
Your actions have grown sharp and ugly.
I try to scrub you from my mind,
but you are a ghost in my periphery,
repeating the same hollow patterns
without a flicker of remorse.
You are digging a well with your own hands.
When you finally fall in,
I will not climb down to find you.
I will simply drop flowers into the dark
and walk away.
Goodbye.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
