The Observer

I see nothing.

I know nothing.

I am the observer, seated in the background

Forever meant to stay there.


What's this? A word, you speak

To me and I listen. But speak?

Nay. It's not my job.

I see nothing.

I know nothing.

I am the observer.


You speak again, now oft a conversation

We have. And yet you do not look

To me as if for answer. Simply for an ear.

A shoulder to cry on. Help?

Nay, it's not my job as the observer.


We are friends now, you and I.

We walk and we talk and I am allowed

Response in your direction.

Time goes on and things progress.

I am speaking first this time.

And you have no answer.

This truth behold, for I have no answer

But more questions.


But now things revert, and I am

Once again on the outside.

Once again in the background.

Nay, not 'once again,' for it has always been.

I will always be

The observer.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741