The Observer

Unobtrusive Sun

Behind funereal lights

My eyes dim the day

How I walk on my way

As The Observer


Set far bereft

With the tenures of death

My presence infects

The Observer


But silhouette smiles

Began to deject

For twenty-four minutes by the fire

And tears more profound

Than the breaths which inspire

Were melded with the waves of the sound



Oh, reflection

Who is this man?

With a strong brow 

And real-estate eyes

The mirror was wrecked 

In a spiritual hex

Now the only face 

I can't check is mine


Remember, you lovers

With roads paved in gold

Highways will lead you to suburbs

While you're grounded on earth

Look up to the sky

And there you will find

The Observer

  • Author: Unobtrusive Sun (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2018 17:35
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
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  • vanabba3

    Enjoyed this, had to read a couple of times, very mysterious from beginning to end... Nice work!

    • Unobtrusive Sun

      Thanks! I cannot lie, I'm terribly drawn to the mysterious and symbolic when it comes to writing. I really appreciate it!

    • sylviasearcher

      You have a way of telling a story in prose.
      A story of being. A story of the unseeing.

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