They WatchA Poem by BeccaThey are watching every step I take. I can tell when they catch my falls. The room would get colder and I could feel hands holding me up. They wait for my time to come, Come to them and become them. Every step I take on my own Without them guiding me and holding me up, I feel strong yet weak. Their guidance is what kept me safe. They are watching and waiting for me to join. I take a step toward the fall, Willing them to let me drop to my fate. They sit and watch, then gather me up midair. They waiting and they watched. My time has come for me to finally join.
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Added on January 5, 2012 Last Updated on January 13, 2012 AuthorBeccaRochester, NYAboutI'm 23 and I write poems to keep me sane. Poems are my way of getting out how I feel. When I'm upset, I tend to write more. But there are times where I will get randomly inspired and write something c.. more..Writing
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