Watching

I watched.
I sat there,
And I watched.
I did not act, nor did I weep,
I just sat
And I watched.
I watched as my life
Crumbled into dust and blew away.
I watched as my family,
Shattered and broken,
Went down in flashes
Of light and fire.
But the worst thing that I watched
Was myself, my mind,
Slowly…
Fall…
To…
Its…
Knees…
And reach out
With a bony, disgusting hand
That already reeked of decay.
But I turned a blind, pitiless eye,
And I ignored that dying thing.
I abandoned it there,
To die alone.
And so now, I am alone.
Cold, angry, and alone.
I sat, and I watched
What I loved bleed and scatter,
And I didn’t lift a finger.
I watched,
And that was all.

Copyright 2009 by Rebecca Norman