Poetry – The Watchers

We know you -
We have seen you in your darkest hour –
Though you call upon God,
You seek us for mortal comfort
to release your guilt.
We have been placeholders for your frustration,
Your condescension
We see you in the quiet hours when no one else is looking.
We have become invisible to you.
We are like furniture,
Objects objectified
Valued only by currency and stamina.
We see you in our restive state.
We watch and
We wait.

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