The silent watcher
Award winning poem by Anam Shaykh
I was there, the silent watcher,
Counting my fate in my head,
I knew nothing about the events in and out,
But I still had a clue somehow.
What I knew was either I win , or I lose,
But I wasn’t sure of cues it threw,
I thought I was fine, I will go for it,
But then I questioned, will it be worth it?
I am silent like the night ,
But I am screaming like the sea,
Desperately I wait for the end,
For it tells me if I stay or I leave .
I hope someday the voices in me clear out,
For I stay , really stay there forever,
With no doubts, no clues, no questions in and out,
For now I think I’ll settle as the silent watcher.
Watching my fate bloom or burning down.