The poem “Voyeur” was inspired by a Tumblr meme that stated, “I remain a voyeur in my own grief.”
Voyeurs come in many stripes standing at the edge of light peering from the depths of shame knowing where to place the blame scripture written on the self lifted from the holy books skin absorbs the greater truth without regard for consequence spoken clearly behind the mask worn to damn the realm of doubt becomes the journey of the mind slick with tears from the beyond the steps are taken down the path away from orbs of calm insight remaining while world retreats voyeur of the private grief.
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