I learned to hide
At a very young age
I learned to act
The world my stage.
For I learned early
Of people's hate
Of that which is different
Before it was to late
I watch the sun,
Peel back the night
Look upon the land
Then I take flight
I am the watcher
Of your soul
Reading your secrets
Before they're told
Writings are there,
Upon your path
I can't make changes
Do not ask
I see the light
The burns within
See the darkness
Of deeper sins
Watch the world
Be over run,
With black blood
From knife and gun
I am just the watcher
As time flies by
A Shadow Walker
Trying not to cry
We all have dreams
Until the mid-night hour
Then we are hurled
Into nightmare
I await the bands of time
To draw to a close
Then I read the last words
As it shows
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Comments
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Nice write.
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It was sad, but very well written. I really liked this.
"I learn to hide
At a very young age
I learned to act
The world my stage" that was a great start to the poem.
Keep up the awesome work.
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