Poem: Observations

I caught a glimpse of a girl today
While she was walking downtown.
Her stride was purposeful,
But her eyes were somewhere else,
Turned inward to a world that only she could perceive.
It was obvious that this world consumed her,
That whatever was happening in that inner world
Was nothing short of a war.
Why else the grim set of her mouth?
Why else the sadness touching the corners of her eyes?
It must be something important
To require that much focus.
What battle is taking place in her mind?
I wish that she would reach out,
Unshutter her eyes and see me,
Because then I could offer her comfort.
Or if not me, perhaps another.
But she will not, cannot,
Reach out so to another.
She just sits here writing this poem.

I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

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