POEM STARTER

Who are we when no one is watching?

Write a poem that answers this question.

When No One Watches

Who am I when no one’s watching?


Perhaps I’m the narrative of my mind,


Crafted by the viscous mold of trauma,


Or the wickedness of humanity,


Fleeting in its existence, a blight,


An all consuming disease,


I could be the wretchedness of desire,


A lust which permeates deep in my soul,


Must I always sabotage myself?


I am the pretender,


The damned,


The rotting flesh that nurtures soil,


The bone which shines,


Must I die so many times to change?


To recreate myself anew?


No one’s watching,


So I crumble to dust.

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