'And now I'm finally free.' <br /> <br />All alone, on the steps of my prison. <br />All alone, no one to talk to. <br />Sitting, watching the children play. <br />Waiting, hoping, wishing someone would come to save me. <br /> <br />Days, weeks, what seemed like years, <br />Still no one has come. <br />My nerves seem to be growing weaker. <br />Can I hold on much longer? <br /> <br />Wait, what is this I see in the sky? <br />A bright, beautful, unknown flying thing in the sky: <br />I wish I could fly too. <br />To be controlled by the children I sit and watch. <br /> <br />As the watcher and a house full of strangers <br />I should not be alone, but I just watch the children. <br />I see in the boy's heart I watch, he could see himself floating. <br />I realize that you can't always get what you want. <br /> <br />Then came the perfect day for flying. <br />The center cannot hold me. <br />I'm flying; it's one real thing, not magic. <br />An angle came and I was set free from my prison.<br /><br />Katherine Robbins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-watcher-2/
