Feeling Watched
City life is blinding me,
Loud and clamoring it demands
Coaxes me out of my hands
Makes it so i cant see.
Theres too many trees,
All swaying with their own melodies
Some mirror my pleas
Others crack until i cease
To use their glass as mirrors
Used to view my own innards
Their furniture is arranged differently
Something i could never be.
Solitude is blinding me,
Its broken and rusted though
The walls of a house I once grew
A lone hut next to a tree.
Copyright © Ember Waters | Year Posted 2024
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