Confined and trapped,
Imprisoned within
his own form.
Unable to move,
Unable to walk,
Unable to utter a word..
Paralyzed;
he watches the world
around him.
A spectator who
can only observe
and wonder.
He tries to reach out
with his mind,
hoping somehow
someone will pick up his
psychic frequencies
like radio waves.
Keen and intelligent.
A genius that cannot be
Expressed or easily shared.
Misfortune has kidnapped
his existence and held
it for ransom.
Life goes on each day,
people sleeping,
waking, eating, playing,
working, praying.
All he can do is watch it
through the camera lens
of his inquisitive eyes.
So much to say,
yet no one to hear him.
So much to touch,
yet no one can feel him.
How long will his
prison hold him…
no one can say.
Life will go on each day,
as it always does,
and his debt will be paid
in broken pieces of his heart
and shattered slices of
his sanity.
And he shall ever be, merely…
a watcher.
-by Mercurychyld
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