Chapter Three: Observing

I sit, watch, and wait.

Not like the girls that swoon

But more like the ignored lover

Rage, Wrath, Jealousy, and pain

All rack through my body

Like that of thunder through the sky

I always wonder if I am anything to you.

Perhaps something other than an object

My black eyes take a red tint

To them as the Rage runs through

My pounding veins

And then you leave.

I’ve nothing left to observe but

My own thoughts.