Original Gothic Poetry

The Watcher



I walk away -
only somewhere behind.

I walk unseen -
only darkened shadows.

I walk unheard -
only wind turning cold.

Lurking in rain,
outside windows.

I walk alone,
watching
the aimless.

Sleepwalkers,
mumblers,
overdue.

Easy prey.

Toughness -
Same as numbness,
But for the pain.

Knowing -
Same as searching,
But without hope.

Solo -
Same as lonely,
But on purpose.

Alone -
Same as death,
But for the hunger.

Among them -
Same as a hunter,
But for the anger,

Anger -
Same as frustration,
But for the strike!





- The ghost at Stone Rope Keep