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The Observed

It must feel wrong
when someone remarks
how well you’re getting along
Ablaze, your thoughts rage
with protest
and unseen-
your heavy heart sinks
sinks, sinks
as the depths
of your anguish
engulf that calm moment
you were bouyant, present
without focus, without pain
until stirred by the memory
and swallowed by the shame.

Jesse Falk