I am watched

short poem

I sit beneath the midnight sky alone yet not alone.

Watched from high.

The wind blows my falling tears ever surrounded by my fears

and still I am watched.

 Forever seen yet alone.

As the moon watches.

Reviews

[Anna Veronica]

This is really good! I like the premise of it.

[Chaos]

I like the idea of this piece, but I think it needs some stanza work. Try restructuring the piece. My suggestion, break when you breath.

Good job!

Chaos