Watcher

You sit there, and you watch,
Because that’s what you do.
Watcher, yes,
That’s you.

You saw the hands around my throat,
Squeezing the life blood,
Straight to my head,
You watched it happen.

And yet you did nothing to stop it.
But then again,
You watch,
That’s all you do.
Nobody ever said you had to’
DO anything.

You sit there, and you watch,
Because that’s’ what you do.
Watcher, yes,
That’s you.

You saw the hate, the fear, the anger,
The cuts, the bruises,
And the sharp glint of the razor,
But you did nothing,
And said nothing.

But then again,
You watch,
That’s all you do.
Nobody ever said you had to’
DO anything.

Others had a mother,
Caresses,
Care, and love. Others had fun,
Shared a joke,
A smile, a fond glance.

What did I have, what did I get?

A WATCHER.
Yes,
That’s you,

Mother.

Adam Pick © 2004