The Victim

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem.

Every day I see disorder

beyond my periphery

Staying safe inside my bubble

keeps me free from misery

There’s a darkness on the border

chaos tries to penetrate

Even though I’m here in person

I will not participate

I won’t even lift a finger

when the brutal act begins

I’m an innocent bystander

not to blame for these foul sins

I retreat with dulling senses

shrieking turns to muffled noise

Apathy a mechanism

used to help me keep my poise

Not at fault for this intrusion

says the voice inside my head

I refuse to be a witness

or the victim here instead

Finally the act has ended

all the darkness turns to grey

As the numbness I was feeling

slowly starts to fade away

I regain control of my limbs

senses back where they belong

I am present and aware now

was the victim all along

 


Submitted: June 11, 2021

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