Alone

Immobile, 
I stand watch 
over my surroundings. 

My eyes never close.
My stance never changes. 
I am always aware. 

I cannot speak, yet I can hear and see. 
I cannot touch, yet I can feel.

I yearn to scream, 
to reach out, 
to be heard. 

I yearn in vain, 
for I will never be free of 
the binds that confine me 
to this fate.

I long to touch, 
to trail a fingertip along 
the surface of a leaf 
on the plant that sits beside me. 
So delicate in appearance, yet 
such strength, 
such tenacity in its growth. 
I have memorized 
the intricate web of veins 
etched into each leaf, 
the curling vines, 
the blend of jade and olive 
stippled with shadows and light. 

I feel the powerful resonance of your music 
as it seeps its way 
into my being. 
I want to move, to sway, to leap 
with the vibrations.

I smell the enticing aromas 
of your kitchen;
they drift and curl around me—
such agonizing wisps 
of temptation. 
I watch you partake. 
My hunger 
is my anguish.

So weary am I of observing, 
of studying, 
of longing. 

How eager I am to live as you do, 
to experience all 
that I watch you take 
for granted.

Yet, remain here I will, 
for as long as you will have me; 
standing still and silent 
until the day you grow tired of me,
and throw me 
to my final death.

Can you see the tears in my eyes? 
Of course not, 
for I cannot cry. 

I am just an ornament—
a decorative figure to
embellish your mantle.

As you pause to study me, 
to admire me, 
I invite you to look a little closer. 

Try to see the invisible tears 
of one who lives 
dormant and lonely.

7 Comments

  1. cheriewhite said,

    February 3, 2021 at 3:41 am

    Beautiful poem, but sad. This lockdown has definitely not helped. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. January 28, 2021 at 1:53 am

    This is beautiful Donna.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. January 23, 2021 at 11:44 pm

    This is sad! Well written

    Sent from my iPhone

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Nelson said,

    January 23, 2021 at 3:58 pm

    Reblogged this on Love and Love Alone.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. January 22, 2021 at 6:51 pm

    Whoa! Now I’m looking at my knickknacks with different eyes. Lol!
    Very descriptive. I feel like it’s a soul trapped in porcelain. Now I have to rethink the box of stuff I was getting rid of.

    Liked by 1 person


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